This is crazy. I haven't posted in 44 weeks...But I think I'm going to get back on the fanfiction train...hopefully. I have this for now. I do have a half-finishd fanfic still out there but I'll get on that, it's just puzzling me how to move from one place to another. ANYHOW, shameless smut here we go!!
Title: On the Off Beat
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Patrick Stump/Bob Bryar, Andy Hurley/Spencer Smith, Patrick/Andy/Bob/Spencer
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with any of the bands mentioned in this fanfiction. It is purely fiction and written for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: Drummer!porn and pretty much PWP. Patrick wants to explore an ongoing fantasy of his. Bob is dubious.
Authors Note: this is based on a dream I had like last year that made me happy for like, weeks XD. Un-betad. Like I said, I haven't been writing in a while. I need to check my beta is still alive and I kind of didn't want to thrust foursome!fic into her face after almost a year XD...
“So what, you’re bored of me?”
“What? No, I...Jesus, Bob, no. No, that's impossible. You're Bob, that's impossible.”
“So what is it then, hmm?”
Patrick and Bob had been going out for about two years now and, really, everything was pretty amazing. Patrick had never told Bob this (just thinking about it made Patrick squirm and freak out and bite his nails to bloody stumps), but he had said to Pete that he really thought Bob might be The One.
Might be. Let's not jinx it.
Apart from that, however, they told each other everything except, well...
The curse of being two fairly shy dudes in a relationship was that when it came to slightly embarrassing things sex wise, they were like locked vaults. Bob was pretty open after a while, however. He would cave in if Patrick pressed the right buttons and tell the redhead whatever he wanted to know but Patrick was a tougher nut to crack. It was hard to believe they had been together for two years at the amount of times Bob had to go to Pete for help when Patrick did something or reacted badly to something and he just didn’t understand.
Patrick wanted to be more open with Bob, really he did. He was just afraid of what would happen if he revealed all, because Patrick was kind of a freak.
You would never think it to look at him, but he was definitely a massive freak. He was the King of Castle von Freakenstein. The *king*.
His biggest fantasy, for example, was…different, to say the least. He had dreamed about it since he was sixteen and stupid and believed things like that happened every day but it had been eight years now and it would *not* go away. So, after so long, Patrick thought now might be an okay time to drop the ball.
Maybe. Possibly. Sort of. Either now or never.
One night he casually mentioned that maybe he wanted to try something new in bed but Bob, the sweet, wonderful but just a tad insecure man got defensive and was under the impression that he wasn’t good enough. Patrick, however, was doing his best to convince him that he was being paranoid. Something in the back of his head was warning him. How would Bob react to what Patrick was really getting to…?
“But I’m happy now…” Bob mumbled. “I mean, if you’re not happy you could just tell me you know…”
“I’m more than happy, Mr. Bryar,” Patrick smiled into his stubbly cheek. "But isn’t there anything you’ve always wanted to try that you haven’t wanted to ask just in case I freaked out? This is your chance, all right? I kind of want to get something off my chest, too.”
A chance to hear about what Patrick wanted to do for a change? Bob decided he wouldn’t let the opportunity pass so he got into it, hoping he could give Patrick the chance to open up. Bob was suggesting new positioning, asking Patrick to reveal once and for all what he liked and revealing more of what he liked.
“You do look amazing on all fours…” Bob had admitted and Patrick blushed deeply, squeezing Bob’s hand and looking up at him through blonde eyelashes.
“Shut up…” he mumbled whilst feebly fighting against the little smile trying to coat his lips. “You’re gorgeous every way.”
Bob even, the sweet man, offered to bottom. He was bright red when he mentioned it too, which made it all the more endearing.
“It’s been a while but, you know, with a lot of love and a lot of lube…” Bob laughed.
“Can we put that on a t-shirt or a mug or something?” Patrick grinned. “Because that’s maybe the best thing.”
“I’m thinking more of a Blink 182 album title. We can totally be made into album art and everything.”
Patrick was so happy about Bob’s enthusiasm he decided it would be okay to reveal what it was he had been waiting to say.
“So, ‘Trick?” Bob gestured for Patrick to speak. “What did you want to suggest?”
“Please don’t freak out…” he mumbled and Bob held his hand tightly.
“As long as it’s nothing involving a bed of needles or duct tape I’ll be fine.”
“Okay here goes nothing,” Patrick took a deep breath and continued. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like with, you know, other people,” he shrugged, a deep red blush creeping across his cheeks. “Like a foursome…It would totally have to be another couple though. People we know.”
Bob’s expression was dubious to say the least. He was frowning and looking at the wall to his right half thoughtfully and half miserably.
“A foursome,” he repeated expressionlessly. Patrick’s nervous face fell to a defeated look and he shook his head.
“I knew I shouldn’t have said anything…” Patrick sighed. “Don’t-just forget about it okay? It never happened.”
Patrick got up to walk away and Bob grabbed his arm tightly. He looked up at Patrick with earnest eyes that made him grind to a halt and listen.
“No. We,” Bob said slowly. “We have to talk about stuff like this. We’re a couple, right?”
Patrick sat down slowly, shading his eyes under the brim of his trucker cap.
This was where they now found themselves. They did talk about it. For a long time in fact. Bob was definite that it was something to do with him since Patrick had no explanation as to why this was such a big thing for him. Patrick would just sort of flounder, looking hopeless and puzzled.
“Ok, look,” Patrick said firmly and met Bob’s eyes so h could explain properly, no mater how lame he sounded. “I don’t know it’s like…I just, I’ve always wondered if it would work and, truthfully, it’s seemed pretty hot for the longest time now…”
Bob laughed at the last part. “I guess it’s pretty awesome as a fantasy. But it’s the kind of thing you dream about when you’re like fourteen and first discover porn, you know? It’s completely impractical. This could destroy us!"
"Not if we're smart about it."
"A foursome isn't a smart idea in and of itself!"
"Right. Okay. So, I'll just leave and we can pretend this--"
Patrick, stop! I'm sorry, I'm trying but...I'm terrified, you know?"
"...Bob?"
I want to make you happy, but I’m not losing you Patrick. I can’t, I--”
Bob crumpled and Patrick turned Bob's face to look straight into his determined green eyes.
“You won’t.” he said firmly, and Bob was stopped short, his expression softening.
“I’m never going anywhere, I couldn’t. You’re too perfect,” Patrick smiled. “You're stuck with me. That’s why I’m trying to be safe and saying it should be another couple we know, right? No STDs, no running off with someone else and no interviewing people because that would be so *awkward*…”
“That would be a pretty surreal interview…” Bob half grinned half grimaced along with Patrick at that, with images of guys in wife beaters and short shorts handing them CVs and inquiring about ‘casting couch’ sessions.
“I don’t mean to sound like a jerk, but you’re my boyfriend, you know? Mine,” Bob mumbled. “I don’t want to share you. The thought of you with someone else. Fucking someone else or being fucked it’s so immoral, impractical, risky! It’s…it…” and Bob stopped, considering and playing with his lip ring between his teeth thoughtfully. Pictures of Patrick arched and glistening, jutting his hips forward or grinding them back and moaning like…like…damn.
“It’s kind of hot, actually,” he admitted to Patrick’s great delight. “The way you look when we’re together. How pretty you look and the way you sound…”
“Me being able to watch you with someone…” Patrick breathed shakily. “To see you…all that power… Someone telling me how amazing you are while I know you’re mine after everything. I…fuck...you know you’re amazing, right?”
Bob squirmed in his seat and sat on his hands, looking down as if he was trying to burn holes through his thighs right down to them. The thought of Patrick with someone else…someone else’s hands on him…it stirred up all kinds of jealousy and anger in Bob. But with him watching? Possibly fucking somebody else and being able to get off to that beautiful sight in front of him?
“I…” Bob swallowed, trying to soothe his dry throat. “Who would we be with?”
**
“Patrick and Bob?” Spencer asked. “Four drummers in one? Would the world be able to stand the heat?”
“I have no idea,” Andy called back from the fridge, looking for the soya milk. Spencer always finishes it first even though he can drink cow milk because, as Andy would put it, he is a fuck. “But you totally want to find out, right?”
Spencer pondered this while Andy celebrated his discovery of the milk. Spencer was smart enough to buy more that morning while Andy was still sleeping because soya milk was better than the cow stuff but Andy gets pissy about it and Spencer was the only one who was allowed to get pissy about anything, ever.
But the predicament at hand, Spencer reminded himself.
"I don't know. Stuff like this...it doesn't end well."
Andy nodded slowly, pouring the milk into his cereal bowl but still watching Spencer. Andy had no experience with this but he knew Spemcer had done this once, a few months before he had met Andy in fact.
It was a threesome, if Andy remembered correctly, and it was a disaster. A couple who were friends of his had suggested it one night when they were all drunk and he had agreed because whisky is a hell of a substance, apparently. But it ended up with Spencer falling for one of the guys and hooking up with him a couple of times before his boyfriend found out, the two split up and Spencer was cast aside feeling hurt and useless.
Andy could see the storm clouds in Spencer's eyes as he probably pondered over that situation just as Andy was. Then he looked up, aware he was frowning and silent, and blushed. Then he smiled at Andy and kissed him, because it wasn't long until Andy came along and, in his words, made him whole again.
Ryan called Pete down to Vegas to help pick up the pieces, because even after all this time Ryan still hero worships him, and Spencer is ususally the one Ryan calls to fix everything. So if Spencer is the one that needs fixing, who else is there?
Pete brought Andy because Patrick was busy and Joe was useless in these situations, and Andy had sat with Spencer while he beat the shit out of his drums for hours until his hands were raw and he'd gone through more skins that Spencer knew he owned.
"I know you don't want to go there again..." Andy began, but Spencer shrugged as he sat in front of Andy/
"That couple, were already a shambles. This is different. This is planned, and everyone is sober. And far as the appeal goes…"
The couple shared a grin, because Bob and Patrick were *hot*. Like, crazy hot. Patrick was all soft, lips, bright green eyes, and adorable, and Bob was all muscle and shyness and that hot lip ring... If they were going to have a foursome with any couple, it would be those two, god damn.
“I totally do,” Spencer conceded, absentmindedly pressing the heel of his hand into his cock responding to the ideas and images Spencer had crawling to the front of his mind.
“Are you sure? Would you be cool with, you know…” Andy asked quietly. “Seeing me with someone else…?”
Spencer thought. He - as well as Andy he might add - was known to be just the tiniest bit possessive at times…but this was Bob Bryar. Bob Bryar and *Patrick*. He wasn’t sure there were two more trustworthy people in the world besides maybe Jon Walker or Zack or *Jesus*. He could picture it in his head and it was way too perfect. Way too hot. Just then a devious idea crept into his thoughts and he leaned over so his lips were right next to Andy’s ear and whispered,
“I’ll be fine as long as your fine. But there’s one condition…”
**
“Spin wants to watch me bottom,” Andy revealed and Patrick muffled a snigger.
“Fuck you, Stump!” Andy growled. "It is so un-funny!
“Okay! Okay,” Patrick said through laughter. “It’s just that you don’t seem very… Never mind. Have you ever…sheathed a sword?”
“Once, and never call it that again, please. It was okay…a little awkward but good at the time. But yeah, yeah I’ll do it. We’re in.”
“Awesome,” Patrick said excitedly. “I’ll go tell Bob.”
“This is insane…what’s that Spin?” Spencer mumbled something to Andy who laughed and said back ‘good question’. “You’re on loudspeaker now. Spin wants to know if Bob’s as strong as he looks.”
“Stronger.”
Patrick grinned at the faint almost inaudible moan he heard in the background and felt a sense of pride. Bob was his boyfriend.
“Epic,” Andy breathed. “So, when is this thing happening?”
**
The four of them had decided on a couple of weeks later since they were all, minus Spencer whose band were still on a break, pretty busy until then. It was okay, because Spencer was pedantic, pragmatic, and sort of nuts so he was the best planner. He would relay his ideas to Andy when he got home at night who would then tell Patrick the next morning who would phone Bob at lunch time and the decision was told to Spencer that night. The whole two weeks beforehand Andy and Patrick were sharing secretive glances and whispers during studio time and it was starting to get to Pete. He and Joe demanded to know what was going on but were given half-assed excuses or giggles.
My Chem were worried about Bob, too. He would wander around with big goofy grins plastered to his face and Frank was pissed because, try as he might, he couldn’t annoy Bob at all. He even jumped on his back. All the time. Mikey theorised that it was something to do with being a drummer but Ray said he felt totally normal so they were at a loss.
Spencer would either be really busy writing all the time while calling himself a genius or have weird little bursts of energy during the day, usually when he had Ryan or Brendon over. Ryan was concerned but Brendon loved it at first. They would sing show tunes and bake and everything. Then it got kind of scary and when anything is to the point where it scares Brendon there is an issue. Jon had decided it was either sex or shoes and Ryan knew exactly what it was because he knows Spencer better than Spencer thinks he does. He wouldn’t, however, say anything because he knows when Spencer wants things to be kept a secret and really, Ryan would want this kept a secret too. At least for a while.
All three bands divulged this information to one another, minus Ryan who liked to see his minions-err, *friends* squirm. Pete and Joe decided to confront Andy and Patrick about this right away with their extensive knowledge, sure that they would be able to crack their secret drummer code.
“We know you, Spencer and Bob are planning something that probably involves sex and might involve shoes,” Pete explained to both Patrick and Andy. “We want the fuck in. Now. I refuse to be left out of anything, especially sex. Brendon’s pretty fucking scared for his life too ‘cause Spencer is being all super giggly and shit and it’s not nice to scare Brendon because he’s an ass sometimes but he’s adorable and-”
“What this asshole is trying to say,” Joe interrupted. “Is that we’re a little concerned, you know? So, you know, you can totally let us in. Nobody has to know that we know just, you know?”
Andy and Patrick looked between themselves and burst out laughing, tears rolling from their eyes and both of them simultaneously pulling off their glasses and leaning on each other to stop themselves falling off their chairs.
“O-Oh my God!!” Patrick laughed uncontrollably. “Sex or shoes? Really?! It couldn’t be something totally music related?”
“Is it?” Pete asked sceptically and Andy grinned at Patrick.
“You think we should let them in on it?” Andy asked breathlessly.
“Hmmm…” Patrick hummed in mock thought and they both started laughing again while Pete frowned at them both.
“What’s so funny?” he asked and Patrick attempted to straighten his face.
“Okay,” he breathed. “This is just…this is our thing, all right? We’ll totally let you in on it afterwards but for now just forget about it, cool?”
“If you say so…” Joe shrugged. “Come on Wentz, we’ve got tracks to lay down and other studio-lingo related tasks.”
“Fine,” Pete growled. “But I want pictures!”
Andy and Patrick burst out laughing again and walked away arm in arm to hold each other up.
“Hey,” Andy said to Patrick once they were out of ear-shot. “You think they’ll figure it out?”
“Nah,” Patrick shook his head. “Pete’s got a pretty good imagination but it’s wild. He’ll imagine everything else under the sun.”
“Yeah,” Andy laughed a little. “You’re probably right.”
“Don’t freak out,” Patrick smiled and stroked a thumb over Andy’s cheek, holding his jaw lightly but firmly and bit his own full bottom lip. “This’ll be awesome.”
**
“You look different Hurley,” Bob commented when Andy and Spencer arrived.
“Spencer made me wear a shirt…” Andy mumbled and Spencer prodded him in the side.
“It’s cold outside!” he hissed and Andy mumbled something that sounded like ‘bitch’ to his feet.
“That wasn’t quite it…” he laughed as he invited them both in.
“What happened to your glasses?” Patrick asked. “Or lack thereof.”
“That’s it!” Bob exclaimed and Andy grinned.
“Contact lenses,” he explained. “Number one accessory for sexy time. Didn’t I tell you Spencer suggested it?”
“Patrick refuses,” Bob grinned at Patrick who was setting his glasses down on a nearby table. “He says it’s unnatural.”
“It is! Nature did not intend for us to shove plastic into our eyeballs!”
Spencer had decided on staying in the living room since Bob’s cleaning neuroses would go into overdrive if they were in the bedroom and he would fall apart. He would feel the need to *clean it*, like disinfectant and everything. Especially Patrick’s side and Patrick did not want that touched, he had explained to Spencer. (“Bob’s a neat-freak,” Patrick explained and Bob retorted, “No Patrick, I’m just a normal person that doesn’t think underwear should be found in a shoe rack.”).
“So,” Spencer started. “How does this work?”
Andy shrugged and looked to Bob who looked to Patrick.
“Well don’t look at me, I don’t know!” Patrick shrugged. “I guess we just…start?”
“We’re all totally cool with this right?” Spencer made sure. “Like, with each other?”
“Yeah,” Bob nodded. “Just give Patrick back.”
“Sure,” Andy nodded. “As long as you promise to give back Spencer, pretty as he is.”
“Stop it asshole,” Spencer blushed and nuzzled Andy’s neck.
Bob shrugged, “Good enough for me,” and moved to kiss Patrick. Patrick was rough and needy with it, pulling him close and whimpering desperately because he was so turned on by this whole thing he was sure if Bob had waited any longer he would have exploded. Bob slid a hand up Patrick’s shirt, smiling a satisfied and devilish smile at Patrick’s lust-filled sigh and shifted his weight so Patrick was lying on his back and Bob was straddling him.
“Fuck, that’s…”
“Yeah…God…”
Bob looked up through half lidded eyes at Andy and Spencer who were staring at him and Patrick intently, Spencer sucking and biting at Andy’s neck, clinging to him and whispering things in Andy’s ear that made him quiver.
“Ngh…” Patrick whined. “Where did you go…? Come back here…”
“You two should totally get over here,” Bob told Andy and Spencer between kisses. “Like now, or Patrick will be a bitch and keep me to himself.”
“I’m not a bitch,” Patrick protested, nibbling his way greedily up Bob’s neck to his ear, loving the way Bob squirmed and writhed. “You spoil me.”
“My Patrick deserves the best,” Bob breathed and bit Patrick’s full and soft lower lip. “Come on you guys.”
Andy and Spencer moved from their chair to sit on the floor by a wriggling Bob, now sat up straight and a Patrick who was facing him and groping every inch of skin he could get to under Bob’s shirt. Spencer was fixated; eyes locked on Bob and thoughts racing and fuelled by how good his quaking hips felt under his gorgeous boyfriend’s fingers. As soon as Bob ground his hips forward into Patrick and he quivered all over, moving his fingers to Bob’s black jeans and the straining bulge Patrick was trying to set free, Spencer’s mind was set, but he didn’t want to say anything quite yet.
“Are we really going to let them have all the fun?” Andy whispered to Spencer in that voice that made him weak. He shook his head and wrapped his legs around Andy, kissing him hard, biting and sucking on his lips until they were red, swollen and gorgeous. Andy bit Spencer’s neck and he arched inwards with a pleasurable pain that moved all over his body and made his cock jump.
“Andy…baby…” he moaned and ground his hips with more force and impatience.
“Damn…” Patrick and Bob gasped.
“I know, right?” Andy smiled into Spencer’s skin. “He’s perfect.”
Andy pulled Spencer’s hair and kissed him hard as soon as his mouth opened to gasp.
“Spin…God, you taste so good Spin…” he said in between kisses. “Tell me, what do you want me to do now? Anything for my Spencer. Anything.”
“I want you to get fucked by Bob,” he blurted. Bob tilted his head and smiled, turning to Andy.
“You up for it?” he asked Andy who looked from Spencer’s dark eyes to Bob’s questioning ones to his hands stroking a distracted Patrick's nipple and the wall.
“Me being pimped?” Andy grinned. “Sure, if Patrick’s okay with it,” he shrugged and Patrick made a purring noise in the back of his throat when Bob rolled his hips forward.
“I think that means yes,” Spencer grinned and pulled Patrick out from under Bob and into a rough kiss while Andy pulled Bob down from the sofa, knocking himself backwards so they were kissing a little bit awkwardly on the floor. They both eased into it, Bob pressing close enough to close every gap between them.
“The one time you choose to wear a shirt Hurley…” Bob growled, pulling him up to remove said shirt along with the rest of his own clothes while kissing every inch of skin that made Andy groan with impatience. Andy chuckled quietly,
“Blame Spin.”
“Fuck you, Andy,” Spencer called to him and Andy peered behind Bob to see Patrick putting a finger to Spencer’s lips, holding the younger boy’s eyes in his own and saying firmly,
“No talking,” and Spencer was silent, looking at Patrick with wide eyes and they dissolved back into each others’ mouths.
“How does he do that?” Andy asked and Bob laughed, muttering into Andy’s lips,
“He’s Patrick,” and moved back to grab a condom and lube from the coffee table, smiling at a red lipped and peeved looking Andy who was removing his socks, trousers and underwear. You could tell Bob was self-conscious by the way he drew into himself once he was on his own, putting the condom on slightly urgently and nervously slathering on what seemed like a handful of lube.
“Don’t waste that,” Patrick told Bob while nipping at Spencer’s collarbone with a lustful hastiness that made Spencer want to blow up. Bob rolled his eyes, turning his head to smile at Andy with that endearing nervousness of his.
“Patrick likes to fret,” he explained and Andy grinned.
“Spencer does the same thing,” he replied and Spencer used one of the hands he was raising while Patrick lifted off his shirt to flip Andy off for him and Patrick. Bob slid back down to face Andy.
“Flip for me honey,” he grinned lopsidedly and Andy wrinkled his nose at the nickname but complied.
He slid two lube covered fingers into Andy and the brown-haired drummer bit down hard on his lower lip. It was…weird, to say the least. After taking a few shaky breaths he relaxed and Bob eased in the third finger, hooking them all upwards and stroking until he found that certain spot. Andy yelped in surprise at the new sensation and looked over at Spencer for moral support. Spencer’s eyes looked over at Andy with a fire he had never seen before. He mouthed ‘you look so fucking hot’ and Andy grinned.
“You okay?” Bob asked and Andy nodded, looking back up at the blonde drummer.
“I’m made of steel,” he grinned.
Bob nodded, frowning a little because he had to concentrate on not loosing it too much.
“All the way to the back or…?”
“Go for it. Why not?”
Bob rolled his eyes and grinned and they both looked back at Patrick and Spencer who were both sat, naked and wrapped in each other, kissing and touching each other everywhere and anywhere with both their rock hard cocks sliding past each other, causing them to arch, twitch and whimper involuntarily. Patrick looked up at them both and Andy felt his cock twitch a little bit. Bob and Spencer whimpered concurrently and Bob smiled shyly. The young drummer broke apart from Patrick’s lips and flashed Bob a dazzlingly flushed toothy grin, face flushed and eyes shining. He was such a gorgeous kid.
Bob turned back to Andy and shifted him so he was on all fours and Bob kneeled upwards, holding Andy’s hips firmly and lying back, still holding Andy in mid-air - Andy got what Patrick meant about Bob being strong - before easing Andy over himself, Andy holding his cock and guiding it inside. Andy was fucking riding him.
“No fucking way…” Andy could hear Spencer breathe somewhere in the periphery but his mind was already clouding up.
Bob hissed and bucked his hips upwards into the sensation and Andy made the most amazing noise when he was being fucked. Like a half-moan half-gasp that was loud, unbridled and just...so sexy. Bob arched his neck back to look at Spencer who, even upside down, was visibly gawking at his boyfriend while Patrick was sucking him off with that perfect mouth. Bob wondered what kind of prize Andy was going to get for tonight and images flashed through Bob’s mind that made him crazy. He could have sworn his eyes were crossing but he had not time to think about it before the coherent part of his brain switched off at a string of gibberish left his mouth, all sounding something like, ‘please please oh God, please…’ and ‘fuck fuck fucking yes!’
Spencer cried out and came hard into Patrick’s mouth and blushed, apologising quietly.
“Don’t worry,” Patrick smiled after swallowing, licking hungrily at the gorgeous boy’s cock and wound his fingers into Spencer’s, pulling him forward as he leaned back. “Return the favour, please?”
“Always,” Spencer smiled and dipped his head. Patrick felt his whole body shudder with the sensation and reached down to curl his fingers in Spencer’s soft hair.
“I…I want Bob to fuck you,” Patrick choked out. “After this…while Andy fucks me.”
Spencer moaned over Patrick’s cock, so that was more or less a plan.
Andy panted hard and brought a hand to stroke his straining cock but Bob grunted in disapproval and, like a true gentleman, grabbed hold of Andy roughly and pumped fast on the off beat to Andy’s movements over Bob’s own streaming dick. Up and down up and down, Andy rolling his hips often to hear Bob choke out a desperate ‘fuuck’ because he secretly loved it on the bottom. Spencer was always such a tease; he thought he would have a chance to try the same thing. Bob returned the favour by thrusting harder and Andy was sweating, growling and gasping for air. Bob leaned up to kiss the middle of Andy’s back and the long haired man came first, screaming - which was pretty damn hot - and spilling onto Bob’s thighs. Andy squeezed hard on Bob’s cock and he exploded with a roar and collapsed, Andy falling back on top of him and breathing heavily. They both looked up at their boyfriends, grinning stupidly.
“They’re so cute huh?” Spencer grinned and Patrick nodded, winking at Bob. They had been lying next to each other, Patrick lazily stroking Spencer’s cock while Spencer licked, bit and sucked on his nipples.
“Baby,” Patrick smiled at Bob. “It’s okay if Andy fucks me, right?”
“I…ngh…yeah,” Bob sort of replied and ran his tongue over his lip ring. “Yeah okay. Yes, definitely.”
“I want you to take Spence,” Patrick continued, landing fluttering kisses all over Spencer’s hot face. Bob laughed a little at the vibration Andy’s groan made on his chest.
“It’s sort of hot and sort of shocking…” he grinned. “the way you’re offering him to me.”
“You want it though, right?” Patrick asked and Bob swallowed hard because he really really wanted to do it. Really. The thought of it made his toes curl in anticipation.
“I…yeah. Both of you. Here. Now.”
Patrick crawled over while Andy rolled off of Bob to kiss Patrick and Bob smiled up at a rock hard Spencer.
“Hi,” Spencer smiled.
“Hey,” Bob smiled back. “Flip over for me?”
“On my front or all fours?”
“Hmm…you’d look good on all fours…” Bob whispered and Spencer got up, his whole body obliged to follow Bob’s orders just because of how good he sounded. He turned over, watching Bob shyly putting on a condom and smiled at how sweet he was despite him being the older and more experienced man.
Once Bob was positioned behind Spencer he felt familiar warmth by his side. He looked up to see Patrick kneeling next to him about to ride Andy while the brunette was on the floor, rolling on a condom and feeling around for a bottle of lube.
“I love you. So much it hurts a little,” Bob smiled and Patrick blushed, suddenly dissolving back into that beautiful shy side of his and kissed Bob’s nose.
“You should really pay attention to Spencer,” Patrick warned while Bob kissed all over his shoulder and dipped down to wrap his mouth around Andy’s cock, just to see Andy's face. Bob cocked an eyebrow and then looked down at the patiently waiting boy. He kissed a line down Spencer’s back, apologising quietly then felt around hopelessly for the bottle of lube. Spencer sat up, shook his head and sighed,
“It’s lost, don’t worry about it,” and filled his pretty mouth with Bob’s eager hard-on, moaning a little at Bob’s gasp.
“Fuck Smith, warn me next time?”
Spencer tightened his lips and slowly pulled off of Bob, grinning devilishly.
“Whatever,” Spencer shrugged. “I want you now. No fingers just you.” Bob must have been making a hilarious face because Patrick laughed quietly and kissed him on the cheek.
“Relax,” he smiled, moving to sit on Andy’s stomach and Bob blushed this time.
Patrick hissed and moved back a little bit suddenly. Bob looked back to see he was moving further over Andy’s fingers and Andy’s bright red and astounded face was priceless. Only Bob and a small handful of others had ever seen Patrick like this. It was something special.
He could feel Spencer’s eagerness. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, Bob eased himself inside Spencer slowly and groaned, thrusting hard inside Spencer uncontrollably with the warmth, heat and tightness.
“Fuck, Smith you’re so damn tight I…Ah-ah…I can’t--…” Bob groaned in this new, deeper, commanding voice and hey, Spencer remembered he liked dirty talk and reciprocated. Spencer’s constant low murmur of some of the sexiest and filthiest things Bob had ever heard was making him burn up all over and he could tell it was getting off the two to his right as well.
Bob pulled out slowly, teasing Spencer a little bit and loving the way his lips parted and his whole body shuddered and tried to push back onto Bob’s dick. Bob waited, smiling to himself a little bit, slowly moving in and out just a little bit while Spencer whined about it being ‘unfair’.
“Don’t…ah! Don’t be cruel baby,” Patrick warned Bob in between gasping sobs of pleasure and Bob leaned over to nip Patrick’s neck and smiled, “Okay.”
He thrust into Spencer hard, holding his hips so tight he could feel skin bruising under his fingers. He would have loosened them but he was so focused he wasn’t thinking of anything other than the sound of Spencer’s voice, halted by Andy leaning over to kiss Spencer deeply and they were thrusting in time with each other, Patrick’s gasps mixing and bleeding into Spencer’s in a way that sounded like the most amazing music Bob had to drink it all in, kissing Patrick on the neck, mouth and throat.
“Bob…I…Ngh…!” Patrick whimpered desperately and Bob smiled into his skin, licking Patrick’s Adam’s apple.
His movements in and out of Spencer became erratic and rougher. He could feel how close he was and pulled Spencer upwards; tearing him from Andy’s lips so they were pressed close and Bob was stroking the younger boy’s cock with a hurried urgency. Bob’s eyes rolled back into his head involuntarily and he dug his fingers into Spencer’s hips, making a growling noise in the back of his throat he didn’t know he could when Spencer yelped and purred.
He rolled his hips forward, pressing as far in as he could go and drew out slowly - the boy was so close to being tipped over the edge it was ridiculous, choking out desperate half-moans - before slamming back in, still stroking rhythmically.
“You guys are amazing I…I…ah…!” and he had no time to speak before Bob kissed all the way along the most sensitive part of his neck and that was it, writhing, shuddering and whimpering desperately he came but was determined to finish Bob off by pushing his hips further back onto Bob. Bob was looking over at Patrick, fucking loud and pink all over, a thin film of sweat sticking his hair to the back of his neck and still with that fucking hat on.
He grinned broadly as he came with a growl and a quiet whimper as he pulled out of Spencer slowly. Bob lay on his back and grinned up at Patrick.
“You nearly there?” he asked the redhead who nodded and whimpered, “I love you,” when he felt Bob’s fingers travelling down his stomach to his cock and stroked it slowly. Smiling at his lover’s near-enough screams of pleasure. Not quite screams like Andy - again, pretty damn hot - who came first collapsing under Patrick and drowning in what sounded like Spencer. Patrick came last and crashed his lips into Bob to muffle his groan and his limbs were wobbling so hard as he moved off Andy that he fell and they all lay on the floor, naked and waiting to get their breath back.
“I’m hungry,” Andy announced and Spencer hit him over the head. Patrick laughed lazily and turned his head to face Bob.
“I don’t think I can walk,” he admitted.
“Hey,” Bob laughed. “Hurley is the one who hasn’t been on the receiving end in a while.”
“I’m totally doing it again though,” Andy piped up. “Eventually…when I gain back the power in my legs at least.”
“Well,” Bob grinned at Patrick. “I learned something today.”
“What? That I’m a genius?” Patrick asked.
"...and I’m the best planner in the world?” Spencer piped up.
“That,” Bob nodded and grinned at the ceiling. “…and Any Hurley is a screamer.”
“Oh my God. Fuck you! Asshole!! You tell anyone and I’ll fucking come back here and steal your Tatu CD and burn it.”
**
Bob told no one, except Pete. Andy would have stolen the CD because telling Pete is like telling fucking livejournal but he’s still planning Bob’s punishment. Bob maintains it’s worth it. Pete - after yelling at Patrick for not letting him in on it and renouncing him as his best friend for a grand total of five minutes - kept making jokes about Andy replacing him on vocals and Patrick sampling Andy for their next record and Bob deemed that “So fucking worth it”.
My Chemical Romance and Panic at the disco remained oblivious, except Mikey Way who knows everything and Pete Wentz. He would hang with Ryan sometimes, both of them smug and silent in their knowledge. It was a beautiful thing.
**
“Do you regret it?” Patrick asked one night shortly afterwards. Bob was cooking dinner shirtless and Patrick was doing everything in his seducing power to distract him but the thought suddenly came to him. “The four of us.”
Bob turned around to face Patrick, a perplexed look on his face and kissed his boyfriend hard on the mouth, fingers snaking up his t-shirt until Patrick had to make a noise and smiled on Patrick’s parted lips.
“I’m still here right?” Bob smiled. “Undoubtedly, it was an amazing night. However, I maintain that the best night I’ve ever had was the last time we had sex, and the next time will be the best until the one after that. Nothing and no one is ever going to top you. Understand?”
Patrick nodded, still dazzled by Bob and the fact that, wow, they were together. Even after all this time. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend while he turned to continue cooking but didn’t and they stayed like that for a long time, despite the Bolognese burning on the stove.