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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fall_Out_Boy
  Relationship:
      Patrick_Stump/Pete_Wentz
  Character:
      Patrick_Stump, Pete_Wentz, Joe_Trohman, Andy_Hurley
  Additional Tags:
      Van_Days, Anal_Fingering, Angry!Patrick, Whiny!Pete, Car_Sex, Dirty_Talk,
      i'm_trash, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-04 Words: 1664
****** Lets hope for no interruptions. ******
by West_Coast_Moper
Summary
     Patrick jolts, eyes widening in shock when he feels a hand tracing
     patterns onto his knee, "Pete." He warns, face hot, which of course
     means he's bright red and he's never despised his pale complexion
     more than he does right now.
Notes
     What am I doing
See the end of the work for more notes
Awww, come on Trick, they won't even find out." Pete begs, tugging on his arm,
He gives Pete a dark glare, before growling out, "Holy smokes Pete, I already
said no, Fuck off." And then proceeds to push Pete off of him.
They're currently lounging in the back of the van while Joe and Andy scrounge
the gas station for edible food, though Patrick's not too hopeful, this place
looks sketchy as fuck.
He's practically trapped in this overheated van with a bundle of Pete and
normally he'd be okay with that, delighted even, but Pete will not quit trying
to get Patrick to fuck him, while the others could come back at any moment, and
Patrick's not about risking that shit, the last thing he needs is his sexual
deeds with Pete being witnessed by others.
In addition to the already exceptional reason as to why they shouldn't do this,
they are in a god damn car, it would be so difficult to even do anything, and
he's pretty sure the car shaking would make it clear as to what they're doing,
then again Pete makes it shake just by being his giggly self.
Pete juts out his bottom lip, "Why nooot?" He whines, dragging it out and
Patrick's contemplating whether he wants to punch Pete in the mouth or press
him into the filthy floor, he could probably do both..
Fuck, no, he can't, sure it's been awhile and yeah Patrick's been on a dry
streak for days, but his morals are getting in the way of his dick, which
shouldn't he feel pride over that? 'cause right now all he feels is his dick
pressing against the zipper of his jeans and no that feeling is definitely not
satisfying.
You know what would be satisfying, Pete sinking to his knees right now, and
wow, Patrick you are not helping your all of a sudden tightened jeans
predicament, now are you?
He lets out a quiet groan, shifting his weight, Pete eyes him with a lustful
gaze, before he narrows his eyes till they're dark little slits, "Patrick, I
know you want to." He says, lips quirking into a smug little smirk, and Patrick
swears he's gonna tear him apart..That could just be what he wants though.
"You don't know shit, Wentz." He grumbles, turning his head to scowl out the
front of the van.
Patrick jolts, eyes widening in shock when he feels a hand tracing patterns
onto his knee, "Pete." He warns, face hot, which of course means he's bright
red and he's never despised his pale complexion more than he does right now.
Pete licks his lips, eyes dark, and pupils blown to the point of his eyes
almost appearing black, pretty brown irises barely visible.
The hand on Patrick's knee trails upward slightly, before he seizes it, "Pete,
back off." He snaps, and shockingly enough, Pete does, Patrick doesn't know
whether he should be relieved...Or disappointed.
Pete slumps back against the van with the expression of a kicked puppy, "Fine,
don't relish in the chance of jerking off with me, your loss." He huffs, before
grinning, "Don't expect me to follow suit though..." Wait, what?
Pete's hand moves down to the front of his own jeans, before pressing the heel
against his dick, Patrick's breath decides to leave his body when Pete lets out
a soft moan.
Pete's fucking asking for it, a frown forms on his face, and he crosses his
arms, he's stubborn and he knows it, but damn it, he needs to at least try and
stand his ground.
When Pete begins to rub against himself, Patrick squeezes his eyes shut, just
ignore it Patrick, if Pete wants to get caught jerking off, so be it, let it be
his demise.
"Patrick.." Pete sighs softly, and Patrick can hear the sound of a zipper and,
shit. Pete groans loudly, and the quiet slick sound of skin sliding against
skin is beginning to effect him.
Patrick's jeans are starting to become painful. He tightens his arms around his
middle, ignore him, ignore him, ignore him.
"Patrick, please..." Pete trails off and Patrick can distinctly hear Pete slurp
his fingers into his own mouth, Fuck.
Patrick snaps his eyes open, and the sight of Pete with his jeans pushed down,
tight around his knees will always make him quickly relinquish his previous
state.
Anger and arousal surround him, his crotch is hurting, and he's planning on
ways to go about hurting Pete instead, he narrows his eyes, lips curling into a
small smirk, fine he'll give, he's really never been good at saying no to Pete
anyway.
Patrick moves, crawling over to Pete's body slowly, Pete jumps when Patrick
lays a hand on his hip, he hums around his fingers, before pulling them out, "I
thought you weren't giving in." He gives a breathless laugh, gasping when
Patrick grips him roughly by the nape of his neck, "Shut the fuck up, you needy
slut." He hisses, causing Pete to scrunch his face up, trembling.
Patrick moves his hand to the back of Pete's hair, tugging gently, Pete takes
the hint and leans his head back, exposing his throat.
Patrick nuzzles the place where his pulse resides lightly, Pete sighs, he can
feel Patrick peck the skin there softly, before latching onto the area with his
teeth, Pete lets out a loud wail, twisting up against him.
Patrick lets go with a audible pop, pulling back to admire his work, "What a
lovely shade red." He coos, sliding his hand down slowly, softly tracing
patterns on Pete's hips, before gripping his dick, "Fuck!" Pete moans, bucking
up against the harsh hold of Patrick's fist, rivulets of precum beginning to
drip down, "Patrick, Patrick!" He mewls out, writhing his torso back and forth.
Patrick lets loose a wicked chuckle, letting go of Pete's dick to dip his
fingers lower, eyes darkening when Pete's own widen.
He yelps when Patrick's fingers rub up against his rim, "I- we don't have
enough time to-" Pete tries to say, before a pained whimper escapes the back of
his throat as Patrick slips a finger in.
"Are you okay?" Patrick whispers against his neck, Pete nods, "I can take it,
I'm not made of glass." He says, with a determined look, but from the way his
fingernails are digging into Patrick's shoulders, he's gonna assume Pete's full
of shit.
"Obviously not." Patrick rolls his eyes, giving a vicious smile, he slides his
fingers out, before thrusting them back in, purposely pressing them into that
small bundle of nerves in a cruel like fashion.
"God! Fuck, Patrick come on, come on!" Pete sobs, bucking his hips hard,
fucking himself down roughly on top of the fingers pushing deep inside him, as
he thrashes his head from side to side.
Patrick can't help but grind his crotch against Pete's thigh, fuck, watching
him in this vulnerable state always brings him to the breaking point, he's
gonna end up coming in his jeans, would that be embarrassing? Not that he
actually cares at this point.
He growls, moving at a quicker pace, forcing his fingers in and out almost
brutally, causing Pete to hiss out, "If you don't fuck me, I swear to god."
Patrick snorts, "I already am sweetheart." Pete's breath hitches at that, and
Patrick's just about to add a third finger, unfortunately for them the side
door to the van opens. "Hey guys, we found-" Joe begins, before his eyes widen
in surprise and he screeches, swinging the door shut.
Patrick is gonna end up murdering someone, preferably Pete, and would you look
at that his hard on has decided to abandon him, thanks Joe.
Patrick pulls his fingers out of Pete, a sound of displeasure erupts from
Pete's throat, "Ouch." He pouts at Patrick.
"Don't you give me that look, you caused this." Patrick shakes his head,
tearing himself away from Pete and collapsing against the wall, "And I kind of
hate you right now." He adds, voice unusually breathy.
Pete whines, giving him a heartbroken look, as he moves to pull up his jeans,
not even zipping them up, before he leaps onto Patrick's side snuggling his way
into his chest.
"Jesus, Pete." Patrick grunts slightly from the impact of annoyance he calls
his best friend, sighing he begins to card his fingers through Pete's hair,
"You're ridiculous." Pete gives him a toothy smile, "That's why you love me."
Patrick makes an off putting noise, "Yeah, whatever." He says, turning his
head, in an attempt to hide the curl of his lips
A knock on the door makes them both jump and Joe's muffled voice comes through
the door, "Are you assholes finished or?"
"Nope, we're about to fuck, better run for your life's, unless you wanna
watch..?" Pete asks, wiggling against Patrick and muffling a small laugh into
his shoulder.
"Yeah we're decent, your virgin eyes are safe." Patrick says, ignoring Pete.
The door opens revealing Joe and Andy looking pretty unimpressed.
"Really we leave for 25 minutes and you guys end up trying to fuck in the
back?"
"Oh please, I heard you jerking off in the back last night Joe." Pete scoffs,
crossing his arms.
Joe narrows his eyes at him, "We never speak of this again." He says slowly,
walking over to open the passenger's door, sliding in.
"Agreed." The other three say in unison.
-
It's late, Patrick's drooping in his seat, face pressed up against the window,
drooling, when Pete leans in close, "Y'know if you just said yes in the
beginning, we would've actually gotten to the fun part." He says hotly against
Patrick's ear.
Patrick springs up, whirling around to glare at Pete, but there isn't a Pete in
sight. He growls quietly, pulling his hat over his eyes, before hissing out,
"Fuck you, Pete."
And Patrick's positive he can hear a loud braying laugh echo from the back of
the van.
End Notes
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