New D/s fic, It Was Fun, 2/2
Part 1
*
“Hotel nights fucken rule,” Pete announced as he barged into their hotel room. He dropped his bag on the floor and face-planted himself onto the bed closest to the door.
Patrick smiled indulgently as he closed the door behind them. He settled his own bag next to Pete's and sat down on the bed. Before he could say anything, Pete crawled into his lap and grinned at him lazily before he captured his Dom's mouth in a quick kiss.
Patrick braced his hands on Pete's hips and pulled back enough that he could look him in the eye while they were talking.
“Remember when I mentioned I had something planned?” Patrick asked, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles just above Pete's hip indents.
“Yeah,” Pete answered, his voice low and expectant; he bit his lip and rolled his hips so Patrick could feel how hard he was already. “How could I forget? You going to tell me what it is?”
Patrick inhaled sharply and tightened his grip enough to get Pete to stop moving for a minute.
“Of course, I'm going to,” he paused for a minute and looked his sub over before he went on, “It doesn't involve just us, though.”
Pete tilted his head to the side in question but before Patrick could answer it, there was a knock on the door and Gerard pushed it open and came in, Mikey following close behind him.
Pete glanced at them in confusion before focusing back on Patrick. It took a second but he tensed up and started shaking his head.
“Pete,” Patrick said, his voice demanding Pete pay attention to what he was saying. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mikey flinch a little and sent a silent apology to Gerard. “Listen to me.”
Pete automatically stilled, ducking his head to convey his submission, but his shoulders stayed tense. Patrick sighed a little and tugged Pete closer to him, so he could talk into his ear without anyone else over hearing them.
“I would never hand you over to another Dom,” Patrick murmured, his voice taking on a soothing tone but he never let it lose that commanding quality. “Not only am I too selfish to want to share that part of you, I know you're not comfortable with it and I would never push your boundaries that way, Pete.”
“Yeah,” Pete agreed softly, the tension leaving him as he collapsed against Patrick; he tucked his face against Patrick's neck so his next words were muffled. “Then why are they here?”
“I know how much you like Mikey,” Patrick explained, his left hand pressing against his sub's lower back enough that he couldn't forget that Patrick was holding him. His right hand was braced against the back of Pete's neck, his thumb rubbing along the skin just above the collar. “And I can tell you want him.”
“Not as much as I want you,” Pete mumbled, nuzzling even further into Patrick's neck. “Never as much as you. I'd rather you.”
“Hey, I know that,” Patrick told him, dropping his hand from around Pete's neck so he could nudge Pete's chin until he looked at him. “I know that,” he repeated firmly and kissed Pete, soft and quick, but he knew it would help reassure him.
“But how often do you want anyone else, at all? Almost never. So, I talked to Gerard and between the two of us, we decided it would be a good idea as long as you and Mikey both wanted it.”
Pete bit his lip and glanced over to where Mikey was talking to Gerard; he looked back at Patrick, still keeping his head down enough that he had to look up at him through his bangs. “Is it an order?”
“No,” Patrick told him, shaking his head. “This is for you and it has to be your decision.
“Whatever you decide, I'm not going to be mad at you,” Patrick went on. “I want you to have a good time tonight and if you think this isn't what you want, that's fine. And if you decide you want you want to use the rest of the night to show Mikey how good you are with your mouth, that's fine, too.”
Pete smirked at those words and the look he fixed on Patrick this time was flirty in a way that Patrick knew meant Pete was in a playful mood and wanted to indulge it.
“I am pretty good, aren't I?” Pete mused and he glanced over at Mikey again; he let his gaze linger this time, though, and he made sure Mikey was looking at him before he licked his lips. Patrick smiled slightly at Pete's theatrics; he knew this had a been a good idea. He also hoped Mikey knew what he was getting into.
Pete turned back to his Dom and grinned mischievously before giving him another kiss. “Love you,” he said once he pulled back.
“Love you, too,” Patrick assured him. “Now, go on and have some fun.”
Pete smirked again and stood up. He stripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor; Pete shared another grin with Patrick and when he spoke, there was a husky, teasing note to his voice.
“You wanna do this or what, Mikeyway?”
“Um, I...” Mike trailed off and bit his lip in indecision. Despite his talk with Gerard, Mikey found himself looking at Patrick and hesitating; he didn't want this to end up with Patrick mad at him or Pete.
Patrick smiled at the look on Mikey's face and stood up. He walked past Pete and squeezed his hip briefly before going to stand in front of Mikey.
“If you want to, go ahead, Mikey,” Patrick told him, the same smile on his face. “I'm not going to be pissed about it.”
“OK, yeah,” Mikey said after another long minute. “Yeah, I want to,” he added before he turned to Gerard.
“Gee, can you?” Mikey asked, motioning to his neck. Gerard smiled and unbuckled his brother's collar before pulling him into a hug.
“I'll be right next door,” Gerard murmured as he let him go. “Just call out for me if you need me and I'll come right back, OK?”
Mikey nodded and turned back toward Pete who was talking to Patrick.
“No, I want to keep it on,” Pete told Patrick and brushed his fingers against his collar. “No matter what I'm doing, I'm still your's, 'Trick.”
Patrick's expression softened and he dipped his head for another quick kiss before he said, “I'm going to be next door with Gerard; if something happens, just say my name and I'll come back as fast as I can.”
“Wait,” Pete said as he turned to leave. “Can -can you stay?” he asked quietly, his fingers circling Patrick's wrist.
“Pete,” Patrick started to say and then paused when Pete turned to Mikey.
“Do you care if Patrick stays? He wouldn't do anything,” Pete hurried to explain. “Just watch; I want him to see us together. I like when people watch,” he added slyly, biting his lip and looking up at Mikey with his fuck me eyes. “Please?”
For the first time, Patrick saw a crack in Mikey's composure; he had to smile to himself because he knew exactly how persuasive Pete could be when he wanted to be.
“Sure,” Mikey told him, swallowing audibly. “Yeah, that would be fine.”
Gerard patted his back and opened the door to leave; he exchanged a long, understanding look with Patrick before he went into the hallway and closed the door behind him.
*
“Just you wait, Mikeyway,” Pete told him, a smug smirk twisting his lips.
He licked the palm of his hand and started stroking Mikey's dick, making sure to twist his wrist on the upstroke.
“Fuck,” Mikey said and pulled Pete close enough for a rough kiss.
“Come on, you didn't think that was all, did you?” Pete asked before he replaced his hand with his mouth and proceeded to deep throat him.
“Jesus fuck,” Mikey spit out, desperately trying to keep his hips from thrusting up so he didn't choke Pete.
Pete made a disappointed noise and pulled back enough to mouth at the head while he urged Mikey's hips up with his hands.
Mikey inhaled sharply, one of his hands moved from the sheets to fist in Pete's hair and held him there as Mikey shoved his hips until he felt himself hit the back of Pete's throat. Pete moaned and let his mouth go slack and looked up at Mikey, silently begging.
Mikey glanced over at the other bed where Patrick was sitting for the first time. Maybe lounging was a better word for what the Dom was doing; his back was to the wall, one his legs stretched out to the side, his other one bent so he could rest his arm on it.
“Go ahead,” Patrick said, answering Mikey's silent question; his voice was huskier than normal and at the sound of it, Pete shuddered and let out another low moan. “He likes having his throat fucked. Make sure you pull his hair, too,” he added almost as an afterthought, his eyes focused intently on the image in front of him.
Mikey nodded and tightened the fist in Pete's hair before he started enthusiastically fucking Pete's mouth.
Pete whimpered and started making desperate, muffled noises that were going straight to Mikey's dick and dragging him closer to the edge than he wanted to be before he got a chance to fuck Pete.
Mikey dragged Pete off of his dick and ignored the pout on Pete's face. “There's a condom in my jeans. Where's your lube?”
Pete looked up at him for a minute before he licked his lips. “In the bag,” he answered, his breath ghosting over Mikey's dick and making him shudder.
“Get them,” Mikey managed to get out as Pete licked his way down to Mikey's balls and then back up again. “Now,” he added, yanking Pete back up to eye level.
Pete's eyes narrowed for a second before he smirked and got up. He dug out the lube from the side pocket of Patrick's duffel and then found Mikey's jeans half under the bed. Pete got the condom out of the back pocket and then settled himself back in between Mikey's legs.
Mikey reached for the condom but Pete batted his hand away and opened it himself. He rolled it on and gave Mikey a few firm strokes, smiling when Mikey moaned.
Pete moved so he was straddling Mikey's waist; he flipped the bottle of lube open and poured some into his hand before he closed it and dropped it onto the floor.
He braced his right hand on the bed above Mikey's shoulders and leaned forward enough so he could use his right one to work himself open.
“Only one person gets to order me around,” Pete said lowly, his breath catching slightly as he added another finger. “And it sure as hell isn't you. I'm going to fuck myself on your dick now and if you get off, great; and if you don't, I'm good with that, too. Got it?”
Mikey nodded, his eyes dark with lust, the pupils blown. Pete's tone of voice would never be mistaken for a Dom's -unless you didn't know him- but it was assertive enough that it threw Mikey for a minute and reminded him that Pete had successfully pretended to be a Dom for eight years before Patrick had collared him.
Pete grinned. “That's what I like to hear.”
Pete let out a low whine when he removed his fingers; he moved around a little bit and wrapped his hand around the base of Mikey's cock to hold it steady as he slowly sunk down on it.
“Ready for the ride of your life, Way?” Pete asked once he was fully seated; he rocked forward experimentally and smiled smugly at the moan Mikey gave.
The next few minutes were a complete blur for Mikey; all he could really concentrate on was the incredible feeling of hot, wet, tight around his dick and nothing else really registered as important to him right then.
“I'm close,” Pete murmured however many minutes later; his eyes were hazy with pleasure and his voice was low and thick.
He moved one of Mikey's hands from his hips and put it on his straining erection. Pete moaned and tightened their grip as Mikey sped up his strokes and rubbed his thumb over the head.
Pete froze, his eyes slid shut and he let out a high keening noise at the same time Mikey felt him tighten around him almost painfully. Mikey thrust up a couple more times before he bit his lip and groaned.
Pete collapsed on top of him, smearing come all over both of them. Usually Mikey hated the feel of it once it started drying, but right then, he just couldn't work up the energy to care.
After a few seconds, Pete pushed up to his elbows and shifted his hips, wincing a little when Mikey slipped free. He smiled sloppily down at Mikey, his eyes unfocused and heavy lidded, before he collapsed face down next to him.
Mikey managed to move over enough so they weren't quite touching -he always felt overheated for twenty minutes or so after he got off- and peeled the condom off, tied the end of it and pitch it in what he hoped was the direction of a wastebasket, before he let himself lay back down on his back and his sex soaked brain informed him that he wouldn't be moving again for, oh, about, forever, thanks.
After a while, Mikey thought he vaguely heard someone walking around the room and realized it was Patrick when he heard him talking to Pete in a low voice.
“Come on, Pete,” Patrick murmured, amused as he turned his sub over onto his back. He wiped Pete's stomach and hands off with a warm washcloth while Pete mumbled incoherently.
“Yes, I know, you hate moving,” Patrick said and rolled his eyes affectionately. He leaned over Pete for a second, so he could look down at Mikey. He passed the washcloth to him with a smile and then turned his attention back to manhandling Pete over to the other bed.
Patrick laid Pete down and covered him up with sheet before he pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
“In a minute,” Patrick assured him when Pete reached up and tried to pull him down to the mattress. “I need to check on Mikey and see if he wants me to call his brother for him.”
Pete nodded and then buried his face into the pillow and muttered, “Hurry up.”
Patrick laughed as he turned back to the other bed.
“Hey, Mikeyway, you alright?” Patrick asked, unable to stop himself from snickering when Mikey peered up at him and said, “Nrgrhhh?”
“I'll take that as a 'yes',” Patrick mused and shook his head. He picked up Mikey's jeans and handed them to him. “Here, put your pants on before I call Gerard; you don't want to scar him any more than he already is. Do you need help?” Patrick added and looked down at him in concern when Mikey just stared at him.
It took a minute for it to penetrate the fog in Mikey's brain, but he shook his head. “I can get it,” he assured Patrick. He managed to get them on and pulled up over his hips before he collapsed back against the bed and gave the rest up as a lost cause.
Patrick just rolled his eyes again and used his sidekick to call Gerard.
“Hey,” he said when the older Dom answered. “They're down if you want to come get Mikey. Nah, he's not bothering me or anything, but he's fading fast and I thought he might want to fall asleep in your guys' room.
“Yeah, no problem. OK, see you in a few.”
Patrick hung up and tossed his phone onto the nightstand before he focused back onto Mikey. Before he could say anything, there was a soft knock on the door and Gerard slipped in.
He exchanged an amused look with Patrick and then went over to his little brother.
“Hey, Mikes -have fun?” Gerard asked and raised an eyebrow when his usually stoic brother smiled up at him.
“Jesus, Mikey, did they slip you something or what?” Gerard wondered and laughed at the indignant noise that came from the other bed.
“Alright, Mikes, let's go,” Gerard said and hauled his brother to his feet; he slipped Mikey's arm over his shoulder and his arm around Mikey's waist. “Come on, dude, I need you to zombie walk, like, fifty feet tops and then you can pass out if you want.”
Gerard nodded thanks to Patrick when he opened the door for them and waved a hand at him once they got to their door; he opened and maneuvered his little brother inside and called out a quiet 'good night' to Patrick before he closed the door behind them.
*
Pete sighed contentedly when he felt the bed dip under Patrick's weight and his Dom curled up behind him. He burrowed closer and made a surprised noise when he realized Patrick was hard against him.
“You're..” Pete trailed off and reached a hand behind himself, searching. “I should -”
“No,” Patrick interrupted firmly. He batted Pete's hand away and tightened his arm around his sub's waist. “I'm fine. I told you that tonight was for you; I can wait until tomorrow.”
Pete sighed again and let himself drift off to sleep for a few hours, his mind already coming up with possibilities for the morning.