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Title: Rain.
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Patrick/Andy, mentions of Patrick/Pete
Summary: It's a rainy day, Patrick's upset and wet. Andy's there.
Disclaimer: Never happened an' I own nothin' folks.
A/N: Dunno, it keeps switching moods and Pete has the attention span of a peanut while suffering from the mood swings of a kid with ADD... Oh well.
Rain was what made me think of this, hence the title.
Andy had been staying at Joe's for a week since the band had returned to Chicago for a few concerts and a bit of a break. Patrick had his own house and Pete was staying at his mom's when he wasn't in Patrick's bed. Joe's house just seemed like the least awkward and cheapest place to live for the time being, seeing as Patrick and Pete spent all their spare time screwing and Andy wasn't sure he felt comfortable having to sleep in the next room.
It was a rainy Chicago day and Joe was making the most of it by sleeping. Andy was downstairs in the living room, sprawled on the couch, playing his DS and flicking through the television channels idly. He hadn't bothered dressing today, comfortable in his baggy pyjama pants and too lazy to find a shirt. Now he was bored out of his mind but in no mood to do anything interesting. It was a lose lose situation and he didn't give a damn.
The rain had been steadily getting heavier all day and hadn't stopped once. When Andy got up for a moment to get a drink, he stood in the window for a while, sipping his can of coke as he watched the rain pelting on the road until he got bored with it and returned to the comfortable lounge.
He was hanging upside down off the couch, attempting to reach the remote without moving yet with some urgency as an infomercial had just come on, when he heard the knock at the door. He sat up, muting the television with a frown. At least he thought it was a knock, it was so soft he couldn't be sure but when he heard it again, louder, he got to his feet.
Joe was sleeping and Joe was the sort of person that didn't wake up unless you blasted a megaphone in his ear. No, wait, Pete tried that, it didn't work either. Joe had just rolled over and told Pete to "fuck off" because he was sleeping. So, the point was he wasn't getting up to answer the door and Andy had been living there for a week now so he had the right to do it for him. Besides, it would be funny if there was then some scandal about Joseph Trohman living with another man who answered the door topless.
His light, carefree mood changed, however, the instant he opened the door and saw who was standing there. Patrick was soaked to the bone, his clothes clinging to his shivering body, glasses fogged to the point you could hardly see the tears in his eyes, let alone hear his sobbing breath over the chattering of his teeth. Andy had no idea what to do, staring in shock at the usually cheerful lead singer.
"Patrick..." Andy finally managed, wordlessly tugging the younger boy inside. He sat Patrick on the lounge, taking note of the way Patrick's arms curled around himself in a useless effort to get warm as he hurried away to get some towels and blankets. He returned and gently towelled Patrick's hair dry, along with any skin he could reach, gently removing Patrick's glasses before wrapping the still shivering boy in a large woolly blanket. Joe would just have to get over the fact that everything was getting soggy. Andy watched Patrick for a while, not sure what to say.
He finally plucked up the courage and straight out asked, "Patrick, what happened? What's wrong?"
Patrick sniffled, snuggling his face into the blanket as if trying to hide from Andy. Andy made a soft sympathetic noise and hugged the other boy gently. He pressed his head against Patrick's back, feeling Patrick tremble in his hold as he asked again.
"What's happened? Talk to me, please."
"I... I... Pete, he..." Patrick sobbed, his voice choked. Andy tightened his arms slightly, he knew where this was going.
"Did you have a fight?" Andy whispered helpfully and Patrick nodded, hiccupping wetly. Andy frowned, this was always Pete's fault, Patrick loved him too much to do anything wrong. "What did Pete do?"
"He's been cheating... I-I knew for ages, but he always came home to me... Then, I just... I got sick of it. I couldn't take lying awake at night worrying and I told him that... We fought and I didn't know where else to go, so I came here." Patrick babbled while Andy listened sadly. "I'm so stupid but I love him so much... I feel so bad..."
Andy was suddenly angry. Pete never appreciated what he had in Patrick and was often off fucking some groupie, or Mikey Way depending. It's true, now that he thought about it, he'd seen Patrick sitting up waiting for Pete to get back to the bus, staring at the door, but he never realized Patrick felt this bad.
"You deserve better than him." Andy muttered resentfully. Peter was one of his best friends, but Patrick was too and Andy couldn't stand to see him like this. Patrick twisted to look at him and he pulled away, regretting saying it out loud.
"Andy."
"I'm sorry, it's not my place. I just can't believe you let him do this to you when you could be happy with someone else. If it was me... I mean, I'd never cheat on you, I'd be happy with just you, always..."
Patrick's eyes swam with tears and Andy couldn't help himself, he lent forward and claimed Patrick's mouth in a gentle kiss. He felt Patrick tense at first, and then the blanket fell away as Patrick's arms lifted to curl around Andy's neck as he submitted to the kiss. Andy slowly urged Patrick to lie back on the couch, Andy leaning over him, deepening the kiss when Patrick's lips willingly parted for him.
Andy lifted himself, their mouths separating but their faces still mere inches apart. Andy's eyes searched Patrick's but he saw no objection in the singer's flushed face as his hands pushed Patrick's shirt up. Andy's palms pressed to the chilled skin on Patrick's round stomach, rubbing lightly.
"You're so cold." Andy murmured with a frown. "I think you'll have to get those wet clothes off..."
Patrick blushed as Andy moved away from him and Andy glanced down, realizing his implication.
"I didn't mean it like that." He mumbled but Patrick reached for him with a pleading look. Andy looked Patrick over, he looked so helpless and needy, so Andy obligingly crawled over him, letting Patrick's hands clutch at his shoulders as he bent to kiss along Patrick's jaw.
"I think we both need this." Andy breathed and Patrick nodded, still silent. Andy straddled Patrick's waist as he lay stretched out on the couch, Andy sitting back to pull Patrick's shirt over his head. Patrick bit his lip lightly, worrying at it with his teeth as Andy hesitantly started to open his jeans. Andy reached into the open fly, gently stroking the boy's hard cock through his boxers and watching his face for the reaction to see if he was going too fast. Patrick, however, had his head thrown back, eyes shut as he whimpered and pushed up against Andy's hand, welcoming the touch and clearly wanting more.
Andy slowly withdrew his hand, unable to stop the smile at Patrick's quiet noise of displeasure. He shifted back to tug down Patrick's damp and clinging jeans, also removing his shoes and socks, leaving Patrick shivering in nothing but his still soggy boxer shorts.
Andy sat still for a moment, perched on the edge of the couch, as he admired Patrick's almost bare body. Why Pete would ever want anyone else... Patrick blushed and shifted a little bringing Andy's attention back to the matters at hand. He set his glasses beside Patrick's then lay his body over him, wrapping him in his arms and kissing him again.
Patrick could feel Andy's hardened cock rubbing against his own through the remaining layers of their clothing and pushed his hips up, desperately seeking more friction. It had been so long since he'd had sex, he didn't really like sleeping with Peter when he got back from where ever he had previously been, having sex with some random groupie, and the rest of the time, Peter didn't seem at all interested in him. Andy, on the other hand, seemed perfectly interested in him right now.
Patrick broke the kiss with a quiet gasp as Andy's hands scooted beneath him to squeeze his ass, lightly. Andy looked at him through the curtain of hair that hung in his face, shaking it back a little for a clearer view.
"Alright?" Andy asked, as always concerned about his partner, more so because it was Patrick. Patrick smiled slightly, biting his lip.
"It's been a while..." Patrick admitted. "Me and Pete hadn't... Not for ages... I didn't like coming second."
Andy sighed, a hand brushing Patrick's cheek as he pecked Patrick's lips lightly. Andy couldn't think of anything to respond with that didn't involve him spurting the feelings he'd hidden for so long. He'd always known that Pete wasn't right for Patrick, they made great friends but it should have stayed as that. Andy had always had a bit of a crush on the younger lead singer, finding everything he did adorable and endearing, then it progressed to Andy perving on Patrick's backside as they walked along the street or peeking at him as he huddled in the back of the van to change, but Andy had never said anything because Patrick loved Peter.
Patrick still loved Peter, he had said so... This was just a once off thing to take Patrick's mind off his troubles. This was for Patrick, and nothing to do with him.
Andy blinked and realized he'd been staring in silence for some time when Patrick shifted and breathed out his name, questioning.
"Andy?"
"Yeah. Sorry. I just can't help thinking how..." Andy faltered and Patrick frowned, reaching up to push Andy's hair back, tucking it behind his ear in a simple gesture that made Andy's heart ache. "How cold you still are..."
Patrick glanced away, seeming almost... disappointed? Andy was just being hopeful. He gently ran a hand down Patrick's stomach, trailing around the hem of Patrick's boxers, trying to get some of the mood back.
"May I?" Andy let his question trail off and Patrick nodded.
"I'm... Shit, so hard." Patrick mumbled, Andy trying not to look to surprised by Patrick's forthright admission. Andy obligingly pulled down Patrick's boxers, throwing them aside like the rest of his clothes, then settling back a bit to start on his own pants. Patrick was already panting softly; watching with great interest as Andy slowly bared himself.
Andy had been concentrating on getting his tracksuit pants off his feet when he saw Patrick move, staring as Patrick curled his hand around his own cock and started to stroke. Patrick's gaze was obviously fixated on Andy's now bared erection as he touched himself and moaned quietly. Andy swallowed and leaned down again, regaining Patrick's attention as he gently forced Patrick's hand away from its task. Before Patrick could protest this, however, Andy claimed his mouth.
Patrick shuddered at the skin on skin contact as Andy's body sprawled over his own, Andy's tongue pushing into his mouth and probing, tasting every inch while their erections rubbed together and Patrick fought down a moan.
Andy pushed his hips into Patrick's, rocking together for some much needed friction as they kissed. Andy had half a mind to grab the blanket and pull it over them, to keep Patrick warm, but at the same time didn't want to obscure a moment of this and so forgot about it, cupping Patrick's face in his hands as he continued to kiss him. Andy felt Patrick's hands clutch at his tattooed back as Patrick writhed needily beneath him, whimpering desperately through his nose rather than break the kiss and Andy couldn't handle it. He wanted him, to take him, to be inside him. He pulled away, running his hands through Patrick's hair to soothe him as he stilled his hips, pressing and nothing more.
"Patrick." Andy murmured, looking into Patrick's eyes. "Would you let me inside you?"
Patrick's eyes widened a little and Andy looked away. He'd gone too far, it wasn't right. Patrick had a partner, Pete, and Patrick was always faithful, he wouldn't... Andy shouldn't have even started this...
"Yes."
Andy blinked, letting the hand on his cheek turn his head so he could see Patrick's eyes again as Patrick repeated.
"Yes. Please, yes."
Andy thought for a moment, wondering where he'd be able to find some lube and a condom... He probably had some in his bag but that was upstairs. Still, it was for Patrick, he didn't want to risk hurting him. He kissed Patrick's chin, then his nose, then finally his mouth before whispering.
"I just have to go get some protection, Trick. I don't want to hurt you."
"I-" Patrick began but Andy shook his head, slowly getting to his feet and tucking the blanket around Patrick in his place.
"I'm not risking anything... I'll be right back, okay?" Andy whispered and Patrick nodded. "Wait for me."
Patrick blushed a little, unable to stop himself from watching the way Andy's backside moved as he hurried out of the room.
Andy jogged up the stairs, sincerely hoping that Joe was still asleep because he didn't want to explain why he was running naked through Joe's house with a raging hard-on. He hurriedly scrabbled through his bag, knowing that the protection he was looking for would be in here somewhere. It wasn't that he fucked random groupies like Pete, he just liked the piece of mind, and the lube was for his own benefit when by himself...
With the condom in one hand and the lube in the other, Andy made his way back downstairs, peering into the room to see Patrick waiting for him still on the couch. Naked, flushed and hard, the blanket lifting over his groin. Patrick looked up as he stepped out from behind the wall, smiling up at him in such a way that Andy found it impossible not to smile back.
"Did you find everything we... uh, need?" Patrick asked hopefully and Andy nodded, Patrick pushing aside the blanket invitingly for him. Andy straddled Patrick, dusting kisses across his bare chest and delighting in the way he squirmed before moving back to nestle between his thighs. Patrick shifted, spreading his legs wider accommodatingly, his action making Andy think somewhat bitterly of all the times he had undoubtedly done this for Pete. It must have shown on his face because Patrick frowned. "Andy? Have I done something wrong?"
"No... No, it's okay. Sorry." Andy mumbled, hurriedly changing the subject. "Are you sure you want to do this with me?"
"Of course I'm sure." Patrick agreed quietly, pushing his hips up, seeking attention. He then paused, looking worried. "Don't you want to...?"
Andy kissed him hard before he finished, whispering a rushed reassurance. "Don't be silly. How could I not want to, you're so... So, Patrick."
Patrick blushed again at this, trying not to look too pleased. Andy decided they had dawdled enough, popping the lid on the lubricant and smearing it on his fingers, watching Patrick's face as his fingers found their mark and pressed inside. Patrick's eyelids flicked closed and his breath hitched, but he merely pushed himself down onto the intruding digits, taking Andy's fingers deeper.
"Umph." Patrick made a noise through his nose but settled and let Andy prepare him. Andy knew what he was looking for as he pushed his fingers deeper and curled them slightly, his search being rewarded with a loud moan from Patrick. Patrick arched a little, pushing into the touch before slumping, panting. "Andy, oh... God. I'm ready now..."
Andy wasn't sure if he'd prepared Patrick enough, but the look on Patrick's face, the need that edged his voice was enough to instantly make him withdraw his fingers and start opening the condom packet. He could feel Patrick's eyes on him as he rolled the condom slowly onto his cock, careful not to damage it before he put some lube in his palm and rubbed it over himself, smiling to hear Patrick moan even as he managed to stay silent. Patrick looked up at him, whimpering.
"Andy."
Andy gripped Patrick's thighs and lifted them, urging them to wrap around his waist as he used a hand to align himself with Patrick's opening. Patrick's head lulled back a little, his hands gripping at the sofa as he braced himself. Andy leaned in a little, kissing Patrick's throat before breathing in Patrick's ear,
"Relax for me." Then he started to press into the younger man's obviously already willing body. Patrick keened, arching and using his legs to pull Andy deeper, while Andy fell still, enamoured. He'd never seen Patrick like this, shy innocent little Patrick. The thought almost made him snicker after seeing him like this, but instead he groaned as Patrick deliberately tightened around him.
"I... I can take it. It's been a while but..." Patrick blushed, something of his shy nature shining through as he mumbled the last thing, averting his eyes. "You feel so good and I want this so badly."
Andy nibbled Patrick's ear lobe, nibbling his way down Patrick's neck, careful not to mark him because deep down he knew Patrick would be going back to Pete when they were done. He slowly started moving, building his speed as Patrick moaned in encouragement and Patrick's hands moved to grip his back. As Andy's body rocked into Patrick, Andy grunted and murmured, resting his forehead against Patrick's collarbone, his hands gently holding Patrick's soft hips. Andy's thoughts had been dumbed down to a repetitive muddle of how tight Patrick's body was around him, how good this all felt after wanting it for so long and the small nagging thoughts that Patrick loved Peter and would rather being doing this with him. Andy tried to block those thoughts, clenching his eyes shut and changing his angles to push into Patrick's prostate.
"Aaandy!" Patrick moaned, his fingers flexing against Andy's shoulder blades. Andy looked up, it had been his name, not Pete's. He reached up a hand to hold the back of Patrick's head as his mouth crushed down onto the others. As Andy kissed Patrick he could feel Patrick's sweaty thighs slipping against him, tightening around him as he found his mark again.
When he broke the kiss he could tell Patrick was getting close, his noises getting louder and Andy dismissed the thought that Joe might wake up. He leant back, surveying Patrick, from his flushed cheeks and the sweat matted hair that clung to them, eyes closed in pleasure and pink lips parted in ragged breathing, down his body, pale skin damp with sweat, softly rounded stomach to his hard cock. Andy curled his hand around it, pleased by the way Patrick keened and squirmed eagerly beneath him as he started to stroke.
"Andy-" Patrick shuddered and struggled to open his eyes to look up at the older man, his bright blue eyes fiercely unfocused. "-I'm really close... Ugh..."
"Me too, Trick." Andy agreed breathlessly, the hand that wasn't occupied with Patrick moving to hitch up one of his legs so he could drive more readily into Patrick's spot. Patrick clung to him tightly, whimpering against his bare tattooed chest as Andy's body loomed over his own. Andy felt the tell tale tightening in his stomach but wanted to make sure Patrick got off first, jerking him faster until Patrick's body went rigid against his own.
"A-A-Andy!" Patrick cried to the ceiling as he came over Andy's fist, spilling between their bodies. Andy kissed Patrick's breathless mouth before resting his face in the crook of Patrick's neck, Patrick's harsh gasps stirring his hair as he thrust with ever increasing urgency. Andy plunged deep and fell still, his whole body shuddering in his climax.
"Patrick." Andy groaned quietly as he came down from the brief high. Andy lifted himself enough to slip out of Patrick, glancing down to remove and tie up the condom, tossing it aside. He decided he'd find it later as he settled back on top of Patrick, curling his arms around Patrick's body, slowly kissing him and loving the way he whimpered softly when Andy's teeth tugged at his lower lip. Andy finally relented, looking into Patrick's content blue eyes as he whispered without a thought. "I love you, Patrick."
Patrick's eyes widened and his chest shifted sharply as he gasped, then Andy released what he'd done. He quickly pulled away, scrambling backwards, sitting tensely on the edge of the couch as Patrick curled slightly away from him at the other end. Andy raised a shaking hand to rub at his eyes, pushing his hair behind his ears before grabbing his glasses and looking around for his pants.
He refused to face Patrick as he muttered, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I know this was just sex and ... Fuck."
Andy got to his feet, snatching up his pants, standing at the end of the couch, his shoulders shrugged and his face bowed, clutching the material to his naked chest. He'd fucked up so bad here, worse then Peter ever had. Patrick was his best friend, his other best friend's boyfriend and he had to go stick his big... And then had to open his mouth and just blurt it out...
He'd let his desires get the best of him and now he'd done something that not only he would have to regret. He'd seen the look in Patrick's eyes when he said it, they went wide and there was something in them, something other than the obvious surprise, and Andy didn't think it was good. Patrick didn't want him, he had been upset, not emotionally stable and Andy had taken advantage of that. He'd made Patrick as bad as Pete, he'd made Patrick unfaithful. Patrick trusted him and…
He was distracted when he Patrick shift behind him, his body tensing as he awaited what Patrick was about to say. There were so many possibilities rushing around in his head, none of them particularly pleasant and before Patrick could even open his mouth, Andy exclaimed.
"I'm really, really sorry, Patrick. I don't know what came over me but I… I just wanted to make you feel better… But I've just made things worse, I've made you as bad as Pete… I know you would never have done that with someone else but…" Andy trailed off, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He was startled to feel a warm palm against his lower back then Patrick's forehead against the nape of his neck, Patrick's breath blowing cool against the chilling sweat on his skin. Patrick's arms moved to curl around his waist, holding him and that's when Andy felt the tears. "Patrick?"
"I don't regret what we did, Andy. I don't care if that makes me like Pete and a hypocrite." Patrick mumbled. "I know I'm a bad person for that but I wanted everything that happened between us and I'd want it to happen again even if it won't."
Andy twisted to look at him, Patrick's arm releasing him as he sat back on the couch. Patrick looked up at him with wide eyes, nervous, hopeful and apprehensive all at once. Finally, when Andy did nothing but stare blankly at him, Patrick averted his eyes.
"I guess I have some explaining to do, hey?" He whispered, almost to himself, before laughing somewhat bitterly, a harsh chuckle that sounded so wrong coming from the rounder man. "Thing is... Pete wasn't the one I loved first. I just... suppressed my feelings when Pete showed an interest and got attached to him instead, thinking that it was love, then you kissed me today and I just, it all just came crashing down."
"Patrick, are you sure you know what you're saying?" Andy muttered, trying not to seem too hopeful and Patrick looked up at him, his voice steady, almost defiant as he replied.
"That I don't care if you love me, Andy, because I love you too? I know it sounds so horribly cliché, but it's true. I wouldn't lie about that."
Andy continued to watch Patrick for a while then leaned in, tilting up his chin and kissing his mouth. Patrick smiled at him slightly.
"What about Pete? Technically, you're still with him."
Patrick's shoulders drooped a little, but he was still smiling as he said, "I know. I'll have to tell him, but I think he'll take it in his... stride."
Andy crawled back on to the couch, Patrick leaning back as Andy could lay his body over him as their mouths met again. Andy wrapped Patrick in his arms again, savouring the sweet taste of the boy beneath him.
"Do you wanna take this slow? I mean, us... Are we going to be together now?" Andy mumbled softly, resting his head on Patrick's chest, Patrick's hands stroking his hair.
"I want to be. I don't mind how we take it as long as I can be with you now." Patrick murmured, inwardly cursing him for watching so many plot less movies that made him so cliché, but Andy was smiling.
"So, you wouldn't mind if I asked to be inside you again... Here and now?" Andy whispered with a cheeky grin. "Or is that to fast?"
"No..." Patrick blushed, the lust clear in his eyes as he looked up at Andy through lowered lashes.
Andy laughed and the pair started kissing again, Andy lifting his body slightly and starting to rock their hips together. Patrick whimpered and clutched at Andy like the last time, moving in time with Andy to get more friction as he started to harden again. Patrick's pants and moans in Andy's ear drowned out the knocking at the front door and both men were too preoccupied with each other to notice as the door then opened. Pete stepped into the house calling,
"Hey, Joe man, you're door was open and I wanted to know if Patrick was here so I-" Pete stopped as his gaze finally reached the lounge room, fixing on the pair on the couch, watching the way there bodies moving together, hearing soft moans from the younger man that he knew so well. Pete closed the door and stepped into the room. "Patrick."
Patrick's body tensed with something other than pleasure while Andy's movements instantly ceased. Andy's face was buried against Patrick's shoulder while Patrick took a deep breath then looked over at him, biting his lip hard before finally managing to whisper, "Pete."
Pete seemed a bit shocked but when he saw the possessive way Patrick's hand held Andy's back and the way Andy's arms were around the singer, Pete grinned.
"About fucking time you two got your damn act together." Pete laughed and Andy lifted his flushed face to stare at Peter as Patrick likewise gaped at his boyfriend.
"What?" Andy muttered and Pete laughed again, quieter this time. "I've had my suspicions for some time that you two had a thing for each other, but that you didn't know how the other felt. That's why I wasn't exactly faithful to Patrick. I just hoped you'd figure it out without me."
"So... All this time-?" Patrick whispered, looking disbelieving while Pete nodded heedlessly.
"I do love you, Trick, and you're great in bed, but I couldn't really love you when you love someone else, hey?"
"That is the most demented thing ever." Andy declared, shaking his head, before fixing his eyes on Pete's face, all too aware that he was still lying naked on Pete's boyfriend. "But you don't care that I've slept with Patrick?"
"Nope. In fact, Patrick's all yours now. I'm happy to be single again and you two are totally cute together." Pete grinned. "But, seeing as I'm here now, you could have the decency to go to Andy's room, if not put some clothes on. I don't mind seeing you cuddle, but I don't wanna watch you fuck. I'm not that much of a voyeur."
Andy lifted himself, pulling the blanket over them both while groping for his pants. Once Andy had those on, he pulled away from Patrick, letting Patrick sit up. He looked over at his shirt where it half hung off the table. He frowned.
"My clothes are still wet... I ran here in the rain, you know... Cause I was upset about our fight." Patrick mumbled and Pete sighed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, but I don't appreciate being called a slut." Pete replied reasonably but before they could get into anything, Andy butted in.
"There's no need for that now. It's all over, I'm with Patrick and Pete's free to do whatever, okay? No harm done, all friends?"
"All friends." Patrick and Pete agreed in unison, then Pete grinned again.
"Well, you know, while Patrick's clothes are drying I don't mind if you want to go upstairs or whatever. I just wanna play with Joe's cable."
Patrick, still wrapped in the blanket, stood and Andy followed him, scooping up Patrick's clothes, and the used condom, as he went, but pausing as Patrick when ahead of him. Andy looked at Pete.
"Hey, you know, thanks. I got angry cause you upset Patrick but... You're being so reasonable..."
Pete shrugged. "Now no one has to feel guilty about who they sleep with. I'm sure you'll be more faithful than I ever could be. Patrick's always deserved a guy like you."
"Thanks."
Pete flapped a hand at him, returning his attention to the TV as he said dismissively. "Don't. I don't deserve it. Just go warm Patrick up, I'm sure he needs something to get rid of all the pain I caused him."
Andy touched Pete's shoulder, briefly whispering, "He doesn't resent you for anything." before following Patrick upstairs to his room.
Patrick was lying on Andy's bed, the blanket discarded, trying to look sexy aside from the deep red of his cheeks. Andy smiled, slipping off his pants before climbing on the bed, looming over Patrick and kissing him lightly.
"Is this your way of telling me to pick up where I left off?"
"Mmhm." Patrick agreed softly before pulling Andy down to kiss him again as the rain picked up again unnoticed outside.
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Patrick/Andy, mentions of Patrick/Pete
Summary: It's a rainy day, Patrick's upset and wet. Andy's there.
Disclaimer: Never happened an' I own nothin' folks.
A/N: Dunno, it keeps switching moods and Pete has the attention span of a peanut while suffering from the mood swings of a kid with ADD... Oh well.
Rain was what made me think of this, hence the title.
Andy had been staying at Joe's for a week since the band had returned to Chicago for a few concerts and a bit of a break. Patrick had his own house and Pete was staying at his mom's when he wasn't in Patrick's bed. Joe's house just seemed like the least awkward and cheapest place to live for the time being, seeing as Patrick and Pete spent all their spare time screwing and Andy wasn't sure he felt comfortable having to sleep in the next room.
It was a rainy Chicago day and Joe was making the most of it by sleeping. Andy was downstairs in the living room, sprawled on the couch, playing his DS and flicking through the television channels idly. He hadn't bothered dressing today, comfortable in his baggy pyjama pants and too lazy to find a shirt. Now he was bored out of his mind but in no mood to do anything interesting. It was a lose lose situation and he didn't give a damn.
The rain had been steadily getting heavier all day and hadn't stopped once. When Andy got up for a moment to get a drink, he stood in the window for a while, sipping his can of coke as he watched the rain pelting on the road until he got bored with it and returned to the comfortable lounge.
He was hanging upside down off the couch, attempting to reach the remote without moving yet with some urgency as an infomercial had just come on, when he heard the knock at the door. He sat up, muting the television with a frown. At least he thought it was a knock, it was so soft he couldn't be sure but when he heard it again, louder, he got to his feet.
Joe was sleeping and Joe was the sort of person that didn't wake up unless you blasted a megaphone in his ear. No, wait, Pete tried that, it didn't work either. Joe had just rolled over and told Pete to "fuck off" because he was sleeping. So, the point was he wasn't getting up to answer the door and Andy had been living there for a week now so he had the right to do it for him. Besides, it would be funny if there was then some scandal about Joseph Trohman living with another man who answered the door topless.
His light, carefree mood changed, however, the instant he opened the door and saw who was standing there. Patrick was soaked to the bone, his clothes clinging to his shivering body, glasses fogged to the point you could hardly see the tears in his eyes, let alone hear his sobbing breath over the chattering of his teeth. Andy had no idea what to do, staring in shock at the usually cheerful lead singer.
"Patrick..." Andy finally managed, wordlessly tugging the younger boy inside. He sat Patrick on the lounge, taking note of the way Patrick's arms curled around himself in a useless effort to get warm as he hurried away to get some towels and blankets. He returned and gently towelled Patrick's hair dry, along with any skin he could reach, gently removing Patrick's glasses before wrapping the still shivering boy in a large woolly blanket. Joe would just have to get over the fact that everything was getting soggy. Andy watched Patrick for a while, not sure what to say.
He finally plucked up the courage and straight out asked, "Patrick, what happened? What's wrong?"
Patrick sniffled, snuggling his face into the blanket as if trying to hide from Andy. Andy made a soft sympathetic noise and hugged the other boy gently. He pressed his head against Patrick's back, feeling Patrick tremble in his hold as he asked again.
"What's happened? Talk to me, please."
"I... I... Pete, he..." Patrick sobbed, his voice choked. Andy tightened his arms slightly, he knew where this was going.
"Did you have a fight?" Andy whispered helpfully and Patrick nodded, hiccupping wetly. Andy frowned, this was always Pete's fault, Patrick loved him too much to do anything wrong. "What did Pete do?"
"He's been cheating... I-I knew for ages, but he always came home to me... Then, I just... I got sick of it. I couldn't take lying awake at night worrying and I told him that... We fought and I didn't know where else to go, so I came here." Patrick babbled while Andy listened sadly. "I'm so stupid but I love him so much... I feel so bad..."
Andy was suddenly angry. Pete never appreciated what he had in Patrick and was often off fucking some groupie, or Mikey Way depending. It's true, now that he thought about it, he'd seen Patrick sitting up waiting for Pete to get back to the bus, staring at the door, but he never realized Patrick felt this bad.
"You deserve better than him." Andy muttered resentfully. Peter was one of his best friends, but Patrick was too and Andy couldn't stand to see him like this. Patrick twisted to look at him and he pulled away, regretting saying it out loud.
"Andy."
"I'm sorry, it's not my place. I just can't believe you let him do this to you when you could be happy with someone else. If it was me... I mean, I'd never cheat on you, I'd be happy with just you, always..."
Patrick's eyes swam with tears and Andy couldn't help himself, he lent forward and claimed Patrick's mouth in a gentle kiss. He felt Patrick tense at first, and then the blanket fell away as Patrick's arms lifted to curl around Andy's neck as he submitted to the kiss. Andy slowly urged Patrick to lie back on the couch, Andy leaning over him, deepening the kiss when Patrick's lips willingly parted for him.
Andy lifted himself, their mouths separating but their faces still mere inches apart. Andy's eyes searched Patrick's but he saw no objection in the singer's flushed face as his hands pushed Patrick's shirt up. Andy's palms pressed to the chilled skin on Patrick's round stomach, rubbing lightly.
"You're so cold." Andy murmured with a frown. "I think you'll have to get those wet clothes off..."
Patrick blushed as Andy moved away from him and Andy glanced down, realizing his implication.
"I didn't mean it like that." He mumbled but Patrick reached for him with a pleading look. Andy looked Patrick over, he looked so helpless and needy, so Andy obligingly crawled over him, letting Patrick's hands clutch at his shoulders as he bent to kiss along Patrick's jaw.
"I think we both need this." Andy breathed and Patrick nodded, still silent. Andy straddled Patrick's waist as he lay stretched out on the couch, Andy sitting back to pull Patrick's shirt over his head. Patrick bit his lip lightly, worrying at it with his teeth as Andy hesitantly started to open his jeans. Andy reached into the open fly, gently stroking the boy's hard cock through his boxers and watching his face for the reaction to see if he was going too fast. Patrick, however, had his head thrown back, eyes shut as he whimpered and pushed up against Andy's hand, welcoming the touch and clearly wanting more.
Andy slowly withdrew his hand, unable to stop the smile at Patrick's quiet noise of displeasure. He shifted back to tug down Patrick's damp and clinging jeans, also removing his shoes and socks, leaving Patrick shivering in nothing but his still soggy boxer shorts.
Andy sat still for a moment, perched on the edge of the couch, as he admired Patrick's almost bare body. Why Pete would ever want anyone else... Patrick blushed and shifted a little bringing Andy's attention back to the matters at hand. He set his glasses beside Patrick's then lay his body over him, wrapping him in his arms and kissing him again.
Patrick could feel Andy's hardened cock rubbing against his own through the remaining layers of their clothing and pushed his hips up, desperately seeking more friction. It had been so long since he'd had sex, he didn't really like sleeping with Peter when he got back from where ever he had previously been, having sex with some random groupie, and the rest of the time, Peter didn't seem at all interested in him. Andy, on the other hand, seemed perfectly interested in him right now.
Patrick broke the kiss with a quiet gasp as Andy's hands scooted beneath him to squeeze his ass, lightly. Andy looked at him through the curtain of hair that hung in his face, shaking it back a little for a clearer view.
"Alright?" Andy asked, as always concerned about his partner, more so because it was Patrick. Patrick smiled slightly, biting his lip.
"It's been a while..." Patrick admitted. "Me and Pete hadn't... Not for ages... I didn't like coming second."
Andy sighed, a hand brushing Patrick's cheek as he pecked Patrick's lips lightly. Andy couldn't think of anything to respond with that didn't involve him spurting the feelings he'd hidden for so long. He'd always known that Pete wasn't right for Patrick, they made great friends but it should have stayed as that. Andy had always had a bit of a crush on the younger lead singer, finding everything he did adorable and endearing, then it progressed to Andy perving on Patrick's backside as they walked along the street or peeking at him as he huddled in the back of the van to change, but Andy had never said anything because Patrick loved Peter.
Patrick still loved Peter, he had said so... This was just a once off thing to take Patrick's mind off his troubles. This was for Patrick, and nothing to do with him.
Andy blinked and realized he'd been staring in silence for some time when Patrick shifted and breathed out his name, questioning.
"Andy?"
"Yeah. Sorry. I just can't help thinking how..." Andy faltered and Patrick frowned, reaching up to push Andy's hair back, tucking it behind his ear in a simple gesture that made Andy's heart ache. "How cold you still are..."
Patrick glanced away, seeming almost... disappointed? Andy was just being hopeful. He gently ran a hand down Patrick's stomach, trailing around the hem of Patrick's boxers, trying to get some of the mood back.
"May I?" Andy let his question trail off and Patrick nodded.
"I'm... Shit, so hard." Patrick mumbled, Andy trying not to look to surprised by Patrick's forthright admission. Andy obligingly pulled down Patrick's boxers, throwing them aside like the rest of his clothes, then settling back a bit to start on his own pants. Patrick was already panting softly; watching with great interest as Andy slowly bared himself.
Andy had been concentrating on getting his tracksuit pants off his feet when he saw Patrick move, staring as Patrick curled his hand around his own cock and started to stroke. Patrick's gaze was obviously fixated on Andy's now bared erection as he touched himself and moaned quietly. Andy swallowed and leaned down again, regaining Patrick's attention as he gently forced Patrick's hand away from its task. Before Patrick could protest this, however, Andy claimed his mouth.
Patrick shuddered at the skin on skin contact as Andy's body sprawled over his own, Andy's tongue pushing into his mouth and probing, tasting every inch while their erections rubbed together and Patrick fought down a moan.
Andy pushed his hips into Patrick's, rocking together for some much needed friction as they kissed. Andy had half a mind to grab the blanket and pull it over them, to keep Patrick warm, but at the same time didn't want to obscure a moment of this and so forgot about it, cupping Patrick's face in his hands as he continued to kiss him. Andy felt Patrick's hands clutch at his tattooed back as Patrick writhed needily beneath him, whimpering desperately through his nose rather than break the kiss and Andy couldn't handle it. He wanted him, to take him, to be inside him. He pulled away, running his hands through Patrick's hair to soothe him as he stilled his hips, pressing and nothing more.
"Patrick." Andy murmured, looking into Patrick's eyes. "Would you let me inside you?"
Patrick's eyes widened a little and Andy looked away. He'd gone too far, it wasn't right. Patrick had a partner, Pete, and Patrick was always faithful, he wouldn't... Andy shouldn't have even started this...
"Yes."
Andy blinked, letting the hand on his cheek turn his head so he could see Patrick's eyes again as Patrick repeated.
"Yes. Please, yes."
Andy thought for a moment, wondering where he'd be able to find some lube and a condom... He probably had some in his bag but that was upstairs. Still, it was for Patrick, he didn't want to risk hurting him. He kissed Patrick's chin, then his nose, then finally his mouth before whispering.
"I just have to go get some protection, Trick. I don't want to hurt you."
"I-" Patrick began but Andy shook his head, slowly getting to his feet and tucking the blanket around Patrick in his place.
"I'm not risking anything... I'll be right back, okay?" Andy whispered and Patrick nodded. "Wait for me."
Patrick blushed a little, unable to stop himself from watching the way Andy's backside moved as he hurried out of the room.
Andy jogged up the stairs, sincerely hoping that Joe was still asleep because he didn't want to explain why he was running naked through Joe's house with a raging hard-on. He hurriedly scrabbled through his bag, knowing that the protection he was looking for would be in here somewhere. It wasn't that he fucked random groupies like Pete, he just liked the piece of mind, and the lube was for his own benefit when by himself...
With the condom in one hand and the lube in the other, Andy made his way back downstairs, peering into the room to see Patrick waiting for him still on the couch. Naked, flushed and hard, the blanket lifting over his groin. Patrick looked up as he stepped out from behind the wall, smiling up at him in such a way that Andy found it impossible not to smile back.
"Did you find everything we... uh, need?" Patrick asked hopefully and Andy nodded, Patrick pushing aside the blanket invitingly for him. Andy straddled Patrick, dusting kisses across his bare chest and delighting in the way he squirmed before moving back to nestle between his thighs. Patrick shifted, spreading his legs wider accommodatingly, his action making Andy think somewhat bitterly of all the times he had undoubtedly done this for Pete. It must have shown on his face because Patrick frowned. "Andy? Have I done something wrong?"
"No... No, it's okay. Sorry." Andy mumbled, hurriedly changing the subject. "Are you sure you want to do this with me?"
"Of course I'm sure." Patrick agreed quietly, pushing his hips up, seeking attention. He then paused, looking worried. "Don't you want to...?"
Andy kissed him hard before he finished, whispering a rushed reassurance. "Don't be silly. How could I not want to, you're so... So, Patrick."
Patrick blushed again at this, trying not to look too pleased. Andy decided they had dawdled enough, popping the lid on the lubricant and smearing it on his fingers, watching Patrick's face as his fingers found their mark and pressed inside. Patrick's eyelids flicked closed and his breath hitched, but he merely pushed himself down onto the intruding digits, taking Andy's fingers deeper.
"Umph." Patrick made a noise through his nose but settled and let Andy prepare him. Andy knew what he was looking for as he pushed his fingers deeper and curled them slightly, his search being rewarded with a loud moan from Patrick. Patrick arched a little, pushing into the touch before slumping, panting. "Andy, oh... God. I'm ready now..."
Andy wasn't sure if he'd prepared Patrick enough, but the look on Patrick's face, the need that edged his voice was enough to instantly make him withdraw his fingers and start opening the condom packet. He could feel Patrick's eyes on him as he rolled the condom slowly onto his cock, careful not to damage it before he put some lube in his palm and rubbed it over himself, smiling to hear Patrick moan even as he managed to stay silent. Patrick looked up at him, whimpering.
"Andy."
Andy gripped Patrick's thighs and lifted them, urging them to wrap around his waist as he used a hand to align himself with Patrick's opening. Patrick's head lulled back a little, his hands gripping at the sofa as he braced himself. Andy leaned in a little, kissing Patrick's throat before breathing in Patrick's ear,
"Relax for me." Then he started to press into the younger man's obviously already willing body. Patrick keened, arching and using his legs to pull Andy deeper, while Andy fell still, enamoured. He'd never seen Patrick like this, shy innocent little Patrick. The thought almost made him snicker after seeing him like this, but instead he groaned as Patrick deliberately tightened around him.
"I... I can take it. It's been a while but..." Patrick blushed, something of his shy nature shining through as he mumbled the last thing, averting his eyes. "You feel so good and I want this so badly."
Andy nibbled Patrick's ear lobe, nibbling his way down Patrick's neck, careful not to mark him because deep down he knew Patrick would be going back to Pete when they were done. He slowly started moving, building his speed as Patrick moaned in encouragement and Patrick's hands moved to grip his back. As Andy's body rocked into Patrick, Andy grunted and murmured, resting his forehead against Patrick's collarbone, his hands gently holding Patrick's soft hips. Andy's thoughts had been dumbed down to a repetitive muddle of how tight Patrick's body was around him, how good this all felt after wanting it for so long and the small nagging thoughts that Patrick loved Peter and would rather being doing this with him. Andy tried to block those thoughts, clenching his eyes shut and changing his angles to push into Patrick's prostate.
"Aaandy!" Patrick moaned, his fingers flexing against Andy's shoulder blades. Andy looked up, it had been his name, not Pete's. He reached up a hand to hold the back of Patrick's head as his mouth crushed down onto the others. As Andy kissed Patrick he could feel Patrick's sweaty thighs slipping against him, tightening around him as he found his mark again.
When he broke the kiss he could tell Patrick was getting close, his noises getting louder and Andy dismissed the thought that Joe might wake up. He leant back, surveying Patrick, from his flushed cheeks and the sweat matted hair that clung to them, eyes closed in pleasure and pink lips parted in ragged breathing, down his body, pale skin damp with sweat, softly rounded stomach to his hard cock. Andy curled his hand around it, pleased by the way Patrick keened and squirmed eagerly beneath him as he started to stroke.
"Andy-" Patrick shuddered and struggled to open his eyes to look up at the older man, his bright blue eyes fiercely unfocused. "-I'm really close... Ugh..."
"Me too, Trick." Andy agreed breathlessly, the hand that wasn't occupied with Patrick moving to hitch up one of his legs so he could drive more readily into Patrick's spot. Patrick clung to him tightly, whimpering against his bare tattooed chest as Andy's body loomed over his own. Andy felt the tell tale tightening in his stomach but wanted to make sure Patrick got off first, jerking him faster until Patrick's body went rigid against his own.
"A-A-Andy!" Patrick cried to the ceiling as he came over Andy's fist, spilling between their bodies. Andy kissed Patrick's breathless mouth before resting his face in the crook of Patrick's neck, Patrick's harsh gasps stirring his hair as he thrust with ever increasing urgency. Andy plunged deep and fell still, his whole body shuddering in his climax.
"Patrick." Andy groaned quietly as he came down from the brief high. Andy lifted himself enough to slip out of Patrick, glancing down to remove and tie up the condom, tossing it aside. He decided he'd find it later as he settled back on top of Patrick, curling his arms around Patrick's body, slowly kissing him and loving the way he whimpered softly when Andy's teeth tugged at his lower lip. Andy finally relented, looking into Patrick's content blue eyes as he whispered without a thought. "I love you, Patrick."
Patrick's eyes widened and his chest shifted sharply as he gasped, then Andy released what he'd done. He quickly pulled away, scrambling backwards, sitting tensely on the edge of the couch as Patrick curled slightly away from him at the other end. Andy raised a shaking hand to rub at his eyes, pushing his hair behind his ears before grabbing his glasses and looking around for his pants.
He refused to face Patrick as he muttered, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I know this was just sex and ... Fuck."
Andy got to his feet, snatching up his pants, standing at the end of the couch, his shoulders shrugged and his face bowed, clutching the material to his naked chest. He'd fucked up so bad here, worse then Peter ever had. Patrick was his best friend, his other best friend's boyfriend and he had to go stick his big... And then had to open his mouth and just blurt it out...
He'd let his desires get the best of him and now he'd done something that not only he would have to regret. He'd seen the look in Patrick's eyes when he said it, they went wide and there was something in them, something other than the obvious surprise, and Andy didn't think it was good. Patrick didn't want him, he had been upset, not emotionally stable and Andy had taken advantage of that. He'd made Patrick as bad as Pete, he'd made Patrick unfaithful. Patrick trusted him and…
He was distracted when he Patrick shift behind him, his body tensing as he awaited what Patrick was about to say. There were so many possibilities rushing around in his head, none of them particularly pleasant and before Patrick could even open his mouth, Andy exclaimed.
"I'm really, really sorry, Patrick. I don't know what came over me but I… I just wanted to make you feel better… But I've just made things worse, I've made you as bad as Pete… I know you would never have done that with someone else but…" Andy trailed off, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He was startled to feel a warm palm against his lower back then Patrick's forehead against the nape of his neck, Patrick's breath blowing cool against the chilling sweat on his skin. Patrick's arms moved to curl around his waist, holding him and that's when Andy felt the tears. "Patrick?"
"I don't regret what we did, Andy. I don't care if that makes me like Pete and a hypocrite." Patrick mumbled. "I know I'm a bad person for that but I wanted everything that happened between us and I'd want it to happen again even if it won't."
Andy twisted to look at him, Patrick's arm releasing him as he sat back on the couch. Patrick looked up at him with wide eyes, nervous, hopeful and apprehensive all at once. Finally, when Andy did nothing but stare blankly at him, Patrick averted his eyes.
"I guess I have some explaining to do, hey?" He whispered, almost to himself, before laughing somewhat bitterly, a harsh chuckle that sounded so wrong coming from the rounder man. "Thing is... Pete wasn't the one I loved first. I just... suppressed my feelings when Pete showed an interest and got attached to him instead, thinking that it was love, then you kissed me today and I just, it all just came crashing down."
"Patrick, are you sure you know what you're saying?" Andy muttered, trying not to seem too hopeful and Patrick looked up at him, his voice steady, almost defiant as he replied.
"That I don't care if you love me, Andy, because I love you too? I know it sounds so horribly cliché, but it's true. I wouldn't lie about that."
Andy continued to watch Patrick for a while then leaned in, tilting up his chin and kissing his mouth. Patrick smiled at him slightly.
"What about Pete? Technically, you're still with him."
Patrick's shoulders drooped a little, but he was still smiling as he said, "I know. I'll have to tell him, but I think he'll take it in his... stride."
Andy crawled back on to the couch, Patrick leaning back as Andy could lay his body over him as their mouths met again. Andy wrapped Patrick in his arms again, savouring the sweet taste of the boy beneath him.
"Do you wanna take this slow? I mean, us... Are we going to be together now?" Andy mumbled softly, resting his head on Patrick's chest, Patrick's hands stroking his hair.
"I want to be. I don't mind how we take it as long as I can be with you now." Patrick murmured, inwardly cursing him for watching so many plot less movies that made him so cliché, but Andy was smiling.
"So, you wouldn't mind if I asked to be inside you again... Here and now?" Andy whispered with a cheeky grin. "Or is that to fast?"
"No..." Patrick blushed, the lust clear in his eyes as he looked up at Andy through lowered lashes.
Andy laughed and the pair started kissing again, Andy lifting his body slightly and starting to rock their hips together. Patrick whimpered and clutched at Andy like the last time, moving in time with Andy to get more friction as he started to harden again. Patrick's pants and moans in Andy's ear drowned out the knocking at the front door and both men were too preoccupied with each other to notice as the door then opened. Pete stepped into the house calling,
"Hey, Joe man, you're door was open and I wanted to know if Patrick was here so I-" Pete stopped as his gaze finally reached the lounge room, fixing on the pair on the couch, watching the way there bodies moving together, hearing soft moans from the younger man that he knew so well. Pete closed the door and stepped into the room. "Patrick."
Patrick's body tensed with something other than pleasure while Andy's movements instantly ceased. Andy's face was buried against Patrick's shoulder while Patrick took a deep breath then looked over at him, biting his lip hard before finally managing to whisper, "Pete."
Pete seemed a bit shocked but when he saw the possessive way Patrick's hand held Andy's back and the way Andy's arms were around the singer, Pete grinned.
"About fucking time you two got your damn act together." Pete laughed and Andy lifted his flushed face to stare at Peter as Patrick likewise gaped at his boyfriend.
"What?" Andy muttered and Pete laughed again, quieter this time. "I've had my suspicions for some time that you two had a thing for each other, but that you didn't know how the other felt. That's why I wasn't exactly faithful to Patrick. I just hoped you'd figure it out without me."
"So... All this time-?" Patrick whispered, looking disbelieving while Pete nodded heedlessly.
"I do love you, Trick, and you're great in bed, but I couldn't really love you when you love someone else, hey?"
"That is the most demented thing ever." Andy declared, shaking his head, before fixing his eyes on Pete's face, all too aware that he was still lying naked on Pete's boyfriend. "But you don't care that I've slept with Patrick?"
"Nope. In fact, Patrick's all yours now. I'm happy to be single again and you two are totally cute together." Pete grinned. "But, seeing as I'm here now, you could have the decency to go to Andy's room, if not put some clothes on. I don't mind seeing you cuddle, but I don't wanna watch you fuck. I'm not that much of a voyeur."
Andy lifted himself, pulling the blanket over them both while groping for his pants. Once Andy had those on, he pulled away from Patrick, letting Patrick sit up. He looked over at his shirt where it half hung off the table. He frowned.
"My clothes are still wet... I ran here in the rain, you know... Cause I was upset about our fight." Patrick mumbled and Pete sighed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, but I don't appreciate being called a slut." Pete replied reasonably but before they could get into anything, Andy butted in.
"There's no need for that now. It's all over, I'm with Patrick and Pete's free to do whatever, okay? No harm done, all friends?"
"All friends." Patrick and Pete agreed in unison, then Pete grinned again.
"Well, you know, while Patrick's clothes are drying I don't mind if you want to go upstairs or whatever. I just wanna play with Joe's cable."
Patrick, still wrapped in the blanket, stood and Andy followed him, scooping up Patrick's clothes, and the used condom, as he went, but pausing as Patrick when ahead of him. Andy looked at Pete.
"Hey, you know, thanks. I got angry cause you upset Patrick but... You're being so reasonable..."
Pete shrugged. "Now no one has to feel guilty about who they sleep with. I'm sure you'll be more faithful than I ever could be. Patrick's always deserved a guy like you."
"Thanks."
Pete flapped a hand at him, returning his attention to the TV as he said dismissively. "Don't. I don't deserve it. Just go warm Patrick up, I'm sure he needs something to get rid of all the pain I caused him."
Andy touched Pete's shoulder, briefly whispering, "He doesn't resent you for anything." before following Patrick upstairs to his room.
Patrick was lying on Andy's bed, the blanket discarded, trying to look sexy aside from the deep red of his cheeks. Andy smiled, slipping off his pants before climbing on the bed, looming over Patrick and kissing him lightly.
"Is this your way of telling me to pick up where I left off?"
"Mmhm." Patrick agreed softly before pulling Andy down to kiss him again as the rain picked up again unnoticed outside.