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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Bandom, Fall_Out_Boy
  Relationship:
      Patrick_Stump/Pete_Wentz
  Character:
      Pete_Wentz, Patrick_Stump
  Additional Tags:
      Vibrators, Sex_Toys, Masturbation, Sex_Tapes, Fingerfucking, Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-19 Words: 1332
****** Possibly I Like The Thrill ******
by likeasugarcube
Summary
     A sequel to Calms_Jittery_Nerves by sharon_hate. Pete watches the
     tape.
Pete pops the tape into the VCR, presses play, and immediately sees Patrick
looking into the camera."> Pete pops the tape into the VCR, presses play, and
immediately sees Patrick looking into the camera. Patrick's thanking him, and
while Pete's glad that Patrick is no longer mad at him for what was obviously
one of his stupider ideas, he's kind of confused as to where this is going.
Patrick's just standing there awkwardly, looking at the camera. And suddenly,
he's pulling his shirt over his head, skewing his glasses.
"Holy shit." Pete presses the eject button so hard he's surprised he doesn't
break the damn thing. If this is what he thinks it is, (oh god, what he hopes
it is) he's going to have to watch it when he's sure he can be alone. He hides
the tape at the bottom of his closet, in the shoebox where he keeps his porn.
Waiting until he has the house to himself so he can look at it again is
torture. It's a full three days of just wondering. Pete has never been so
grateful not to have band practice; he doesn't think he could deal with being
in the same room as Patrick right now.
Finally he gets his chance: his siblings are out for the night, and his parents
are about to leave for a Christmas party. He kisses his mom goodbye, assuring
her that he'll have something more nutritious than leftover Christmas cookies
for dinner. He watches until their car disappears down the street before
running upstairs to his room. He locks the door and gets the tape out of the
closet, just holding it for a few seconds, before walking over to put it in the
VCR.
It occurs to him that what's on this tape may very well be considered child
porn. He can't bring himself to care; he wants, no, needs to see what's on it.
He presses play, and sits down on the edge of his bed. Patrick's on his
television screen once again, shirtless and awkward.
Pete probably shouldn't be so turned on by how obviously nervous Patrick is
about this.
Then again, maybe he's not so nervous after all, because a moment later Patrick
is pulling down his jeans. By the time Patrick's completely naked, Pete is
already hard. He watches intently, eyes wide, as Patrick starts jerking himself
off. Pete feels a bit like a creep but can't help rubbing himself through his
jeans. He has to remind himself that Patrick wanted him to see this, although
he still hasn't decided if that makes it better or worse. Pete hears a soft
sound that he thinks is a moan and he scrambles for the remote, turning up the
volume. He doesn't want to miss a single sound Patrick makes.
This ends up being an excellent decision, because a second later Patrick is
swearing as he presses his fingers inside of himself. And well, Pete's heard
Patrick swear before, of course, but never in the context of sex. Never when
he's fucking down onto his own fingers, his breath catching as he stretches
himself open.
Pete undoes his jeans and shoves them and his underwear down around his knees,
wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking himself off roughly. He rubs his
thumb over the head, smearing the precome with his palm. It's not enough, and
it hurts a bit, but he doesn't stop. He thinks about reaching for the lotion
next to his bed, but he can't seem to bring himself to look away from the
television screen.
Patrick's working the vibrator in now, panting and gripping the comforter. He
looks as though he's about to fall apart and Pete would give just about
anything to have been there, touching him, kissing him. He moans and bites his
bottom lip at the thought. And then he hears, "Pete, fuck."
Patrick's voice sounds broken, overcome. Pete feels himself tense suddenly,
gasps, "Oh god," and jerks himself hard as he comes.
No one is ever going to find out that Pete came the second he heard Patrick say
his name. Not even Patrick. Especially not Patrick.
Pete jerks off two more times before he gets to the end of the video. It's not
a personal best, but it's close. Besides, he's not as young as he used to be.
He wipes his hand off on his sheets and lies back, catching his breath.
"I'm going to jail," he mumbles to himself, staring up at the ceiling. A part
of him knows he should destroy the tape, smash it to pieces, erase it, or
something, but he can't stop thinking about how Patrick made it just for him,
to say thank you. He thinks about the way Patrick's voice sounded when he said
Pete's name over and over again as he came and he just can't.
He thinks about calling Patrick. He actually picks up the phone a couple of
times, but stops before he gets the last number dialed.
Instead he just rewinds the tape and watches it again.
--
Pete knows it's more than a little fucked up to buy your best friend a sex toy
instead of actually telling him you're in love with him, but, well, Pete's
always been a little fucked up. Especially when it comes to love. Sometimes it
works out though. Sometimes your best friend makes you a sex tape to say thank
you. After a couple of days of angsting over the situation, Pete decides this
means he and Patrick are meant to be. He really hopes he's not wrong.
It's been almost a week since Patrick gave him the tape and they still haven't
spoken. Pete's pretty sure they'll end up seeing each other at Joe's New Year's
Eve party and he'd really like to avoid having that first awkward conversation
in front of all of their friends.
He doesn't call before he heads over to Patrick's house, hoping spontaneity
will be on his side.
Patrick's mom answers the door and invites him in but Pete just shakes his
head. "I can't stay. I just need to talk to Patrick for a second, if that's
okay?"
"Of course. I'll tell him that you're here." She smiles before disappearing
from the doorway.
Patrick comes downstairs wearing only a t-shirt, pajama bottoms and socks with
holes in them. His hat is a little crooked, like he just threw it on, and his
hair sticks out messily underneath. It's the afternoon but it looks like
Patrick just rolled out of bed. Pete really wants to press him up against the
door jamb and kiss him.
Patrick won't even look him in the eye.
"Did you, um, did you watch it?" he mumbles out, looking at his feet.
"Yeah," Pete says. Only five or six times. "Hey, Patrick, come on, look at me."
He reaches out and curls his hand around the back of Patrick's neck. "Please.
Tell me that meant what I think it did."
Patrick apparently finds the hole in his sock extremely interesting.
"Um." He finally looks up at Pete, face flushed. Pete can't take any more of
this. He pulls Patrick in by the front of the shirt and kisses him, hard at
first, then softer, slower, hands moving up from the front of Patrick's shirt
to cup his face.
Please, he thinks, please, don't let me be wrong about this.
Patrick makes soft, startled noises as Pete kisses him. His hands come to rest
on Pete's waist as he kisses back, tongue slipping into Pete's mouth. Pete
finally pulls back, and Patrick, if possible, is even redder than before.
"Pete, my mom could have seen that," Patrick says, glancing over his shoulder.
He turns back to Pete, fingers slipping into Pete's belt loops, and looks up at
him as he asks, "So are we boyfriends or something now?" Pete laughs, relieved,
and pulls Patrick into a hug.
"We've always been something," he says into Patrick's neck.
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