Broken Semaphores || Mikey, Patrick || NC-17
Title - "Broken Semaphores"
Author - runthegamut
Pairing - Mikey Way, Patrick Stump
Rating - NC-17
Word Count: 957
Summary - Patrick finds the wrong file on Pete's computer.
Disclaimer - Not real. Never happened. Fake fake fake.
A/N's - Written in a hurry for jezzabe 's " The Bandom Wanking Meme" and posted there. Not beta'd. Obviously, it's wank!fic. Title from Placebo's "This Picture."
The best porn Patrick Stump’s ever gotten off to he accidentally discovered on Pete Wentz’s computer. Not a surprise, really.
Pete and Ashlee had left on their honeymoon and Hemingway had made himself comfortable in Patrick’s condo (shoe collection safely locked in his closet thank you very much) when Pete remembered that they’d left Hemmy’s favorite chew toy at his place and oh, while Patrick was there to pick it up could he email him a file? No problem, Patrick thought.
The chew toy was easy to locate. The file, not so much. Patrick flattened his lips together as he clicked on random files on the hard drive. It either wasn’t in the folder Pete had said it was in or Pete had told him the wrong filename. Patrick wasn’t even looking at the names anymore as he clicked on ‘mk1005.avi’ and he sighed in annoyance as the media player opened. Waving the mouse back and forth, Patrick started to move the arrow to ‘x’ the screen out when the video blinked into frame and he got an eyeful of Mikey Way. Naked. On a bed.
Patrick stared for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on. It wasn’t anything recent because Mikey was wearing glasses and his hair was styled in the Revenge-era manner, slicked straight down and slightly fringed at the ends. Mikey’s head was turned to the side, chin tucked down toward his shoulder as his right hand slowly stroked up and down his hard cock. Mikey’s left hand trailed up the flat of his stomach and across his chest fingers running lightly over his skin.
Patrick stood up straight and took a step back as he blinked in confusion about what he’d just discovered. The video quality was slightly compromised, probably from having been compressed at some point, so the lines weren’t crisp and detailed, but it was enough. Patrick was hard as he watched Mikey’s hand continue to work at a lazy pace, full strokes from base to head and back, his hand position twisting slightly as he went.
Patrick’s cheeks burned red and he knew he shouldn’t be watching, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. Mikey’s head tipped back, elongating his neck as his mouth fell open, a muffled sound emanating from the speakers. Without hesitation, Patrick dropped into the desk chair and adjusted the video’s sound as high as it would go, the audiophile in him needing to hear in addition to seeing.
“Oh, fuck,” he could hear Mikey whisper over the sound of skin sliding against slick skin, Mikey’s hand traveling up and down slightly faster now. Patrick shuddered and leaned in closer to watch as Mikey brushed his thumb across the head of his cock, moaning low at the sensation. Mikey’s eyes slowly opened and focused on the camera , a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth and Patrick’s stomach twisted with the knowledge that Mikey wanted to be seen doing this, if only just by Pete.
Patrick tugged the front of his jeans open and shoved them halfway down his thighs, reaching inside his boxer shorts to fist his cock. Leaning back in the chair, he bit his lower lip and concentrated on moving his hand at the same speed as Mikey, twisting it in the same way, wanting to know how it felt. It was too slow to come, but it caused Patrick’s stomach to draw tight.
On screen, Mikey slid his free hand down between his legs and massaged his balls. Patrick followed suit, his knees falling farther apart as his eyelids fell half closed. He licked his lips quickly and swallowed hard, fighting the urge to stroke faster.
Mikey suddenly pulled his hands away and rolled onto his side to grab something off screen. Rolling onto his back again, Patrick could make out the bottle of lube Mikey set on his stomach before uncapping it and pouring some over two fingers. He drew his knees up so his feet were flat on the mattress before snaking his hand down under his thigh and pressing the fingers against his ass.
Patrick stopped stroking and squeezed himself tight just under the head of his dick as he watched Mikey slide one finger into himself and then the other. His head was thrown back again, his body arching against the mattress as he fucked himself. Mikey grasped his cock with his other hand and began jerking himself in short, erratic strokes.
Patrick’s cock throbbed in his hand as he looked on before he followed suit and began moving his wrist up and down, fast now, his fingers clasped tighter around the shaft. He could hear Mikey panting through the speakers, listening as Mikey’s breath hitched after every fourth pant, then every third, every other. “Yes,” Mikey hissed and Patrick grunted as his hips rose from the chair, his other hand covering the head of his cock as hot come spurted against his palm.
Slumping back against the chair, Patrick took deep breaths as he tried to recover. He wiped his palm against the leg of his boxers and pulled his jeans up over his hips, a calm, disembodied sensation coursing through him. He glanced up at the screen again to see Mikey lying still on the bed, the video having stopped now. Patrick stared at it another moment before closing the screen.
Addendum:
Patrick told Pete he couldn’t find the file.
He didn’t mention what he’d seen to anyone and never will.
“Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge” has been on heavy rotation on his iTunes for the last three weeks and counting.
He unconsciously memorized the filename and location.
He kind of hopes Pete needs a dogsitter again soon.
Author - runthegamut
Pairing - Mikey Way, Patrick Stump
Rating - NC-17
Word Count: 957
Summary - Patrick finds the wrong file on Pete's computer.
Disclaimer - Not real. Never happened. Fake fake fake.
A/N's - Written in a hurry for jezzabe 's " The Bandom Wanking Meme" and posted there. Not beta'd. Obviously, it's wank!fic. Title from Placebo's "This Picture."
The best porn Patrick Stump’s ever gotten off to he accidentally discovered on Pete Wentz’s computer. Not a surprise, really.
Pete and Ashlee had left on their honeymoon and Hemingway had made himself comfortable in Patrick’s condo (shoe collection safely locked in his closet thank you very much) when Pete remembered that they’d left Hemmy’s favorite chew toy at his place and oh, while Patrick was there to pick it up could he email him a file? No problem, Patrick thought.
The chew toy was easy to locate. The file, not so much. Patrick flattened his lips together as he clicked on random files on the hard drive. It either wasn’t in the folder Pete had said it was in or Pete had told him the wrong filename. Patrick wasn’t even looking at the names anymore as he clicked on ‘mk1005.avi’ and he sighed in annoyance as the media player opened. Waving the mouse back and forth, Patrick started to move the arrow to ‘x’ the screen out when the video blinked into frame and he got an eyeful of Mikey Way. Naked. On a bed.
Patrick stared for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on. It wasn’t anything recent because Mikey was wearing glasses and his hair was styled in the Revenge-era manner, slicked straight down and slightly fringed at the ends. Mikey’s head was turned to the side, chin tucked down toward his shoulder as his right hand slowly stroked up and down his hard cock. Mikey’s left hand trailed up the flat of his stomach and across his chest fingers running lightly over his skin.
Patrick stood up straight and took a step back as he blinked in confusion about what he’d just discovered. The video quality was slightly compromised, probably from having been compressed at some point, so the lines weren’t crisp and detailed, but it was enough. Patrick was hard as he watched Mikey’s hand continue to work at a lazy pace, full strokes from base to head and back, his hand position twisting slightly as he went.
Patrick’s cheeks burned red and he knew he shouldn’t be watching, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. Mikey’s head tipped back, elongating his neck as his mouth fell open, a muffled sound emanating from the speakers. Without hesitation, Patrick dropped into the desk chair and adjusted the video’s sound as high as it would go, the audiophile in him needing to hear in addition to seeing.
“Oh, fuck,” he could hear Mikey whisper over the sound of skin sliding against slick skin, Mikey’s hand traveling up and down slightly faster now. Patrick shuddered and leaned in closer to watch as Mikey brushed his thumb across the head of his cock, moaning low at the sensation. Mikey’s eyes slowly opened and focused on the camera , a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth and Patrick’s stomach twisted with the knowledge that Mikey wanted to be seen doing this, if only just by Pete.
Patrick tugged the front of his jeans open and shoved them halfway down his thighs, reaching inside his boxer shorts to fist his cock. Leaning back in the chair, he bit his lower lip and concentrated on moving his hand at the same speed as Mikey, twisting it in the same way, wanting to know how it felt. It was too slow to come, but it caused Patrick’s stomach to draw tight.
On screen, Mikey slid his free hand down between his legs and massaged his balls. Patrick followed suit, his knees falling farther apart as his eyelids fell half closed. He licked his lips quickly and swallowed hard, fighting the urge to stroke faster.
Mikey suddenly pulled his hands away and rolled onto his side to grab something off screen. Rolling onto his back again, Patrick could make out the bottle of lube Mikey set on his stomach before uncapping it and pouring some over two fingers. He drew his knees up so his feet were flat on the mattress before snaking his hand down under his thigh and pressing the fingers against his ass.
Patrick stopped stroking and squeezed himself tight just under the head of his dick as he watched Mikey slide one finger into himself and then the other. His head was thrown back again, his body arching against the mattress as he fucked himself. Mikey grasped his cock with his other hand and began jerking himself in short, erratic strokes.
Patrick’s cock throbbed in his hand as he looked on before he followed suit and began moving his wrist up and down, fast now, his fingers clasped tighter around the shaft. He could hear Mikey panting through the speakers, listening as Mikey’s breath hitched after every fourth pant, then every third, every other. “Yes,” Mikey hissed and Patrick grunted as his hips rose from the chair, his other hand covering the head of his cock as hot come spurted against his palm.
Slumping back against the chair, Patrick took deep breaths as he tried to recover. He wiped his palm against the leg of his boxers and pulled his jeans up over his hips, a calm, disembodied sensation coursing through him. He glanced up at the screen again to see Mikey lying still on the bed, the video having stopped now. Patrick stared at it another moment before closing the screen.
Addendum:
Patrick told Pete he couldn’t find the file.
He didn’t mention what he’d seen to anyone and never will.
“Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge” has been on heavy rotation on his iTunes for the last three weeks and counting.
He unconsciously memorized the filename and location.
He kind of hopes Pete needs a dogsitter again soon.