i just love your
So, quettaser posted a superfly picspam yesterday, which included some pictures that showed an appreciation for Pete's, uh, assets. (YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?) Naturally, ficbyzee and I talked it out, because we're us and nice ass is awesome. And things escalated? As they do. Anyway...
gigantic: i'm not gonna lie. i don't care if they don't have mutual boycrushes on one another, i'd read Pete/Brendon just because it could send me into a bliss coma thinking about that much hot ass at one time.
ficbyzee: nnnnnngggh
ficbyzee: yeah
gigantic: and then, you know. Patrick could join.
gigantic: because why not?
gigantic: EXACTLY OKAY
ficbyzee: ....I love the way you think
gigantic: Dude, I would totally write that fic for myself. Brendon has little boycrush on Patrick. And maybe he talks to Pete about Patrick like all the time. Not intentionally, it's just where their conversations end up (because Brendon is preoccupied with Patrick's awesomeness, it totally happens, what). And at some point, you know, Pete and Brendon totally make out (Brendon's newly Not-Mormon and into trying things, kissing dudes seems like a thing that could be fun, hey) and Pete's always up for some makeouts (Anybody's fair game! He said it himself!). Maybe it leads to a handjob or something, and Pete starts talking about Patrick, which is totally Brendon's weakness, hi, wow. He doesn't even KNOW how bad that was his weakness until Pete starts talking about Patrick while they've got their hands down one another's pants. It isn't even dirty stuff, really, just talking about things Patrick does, things Patrick likes, maybe there was one time Pete and Patrick kissed, you know. During the early days, and Pete tells Brendon about that. And obvs Brendon gets off on it. And then, uh. Next they get Patrick involved and it's awesome \o/
ficbyzee: ;lkj;lkj um. YEAH.
ficbyzee: there's.... seriously nothing not-awesome about that \o/
gigantic: I KNOW, RIGHT? it should happen.
gigantic: i'm trying to figure out how they get Patrick involved
ficbyzee: hmm, yeah
ficbyzee: ....I feel sorta bad that my mind goes straight to 'get him drunk!' um. I just like it when Patrick gets drunk and debauched.
gigantic: hahaha, dude, me too. GET PATRICK DRUNK, PLS.
gigantic: hmmm, let me see.
gigantic: when was it that Panic went on tour with FOB? like late 2005, i think?
gigantic: so that was post Patrick's summer of possible debauchery
gigantic: ummm. maybe like --
Brendon's just getting into his drinking then, and maybe he ends up in the back of the FOB tour bus with Bill and Butcher and whoever else, drinking. They were pretty close and decided to come out to visit them on tour one night.
Patrick wanders in, and they end up talking about how Patrick spent his summer even though he's all about the not-drinking so much lately.
Brendon's kind of disbelieving, but Bill says, "No, really! We were only on that tour a couple weeks, so we didn't even see the best of it, but I swear. Patrick's a professional."
Patrick says, okay, no. He doesn't know about being a pro, but he used to spend time behind some tour buses, okay? Sure. Whatever, it's not that shocking, actually. And they talk about how Patrick got really good at whipping up shots for everybody. He looooved shots. Sweet ones best.
They encourage him to do one. They don't have any sweet stuff right then, but they bug him to knock one back, and he finally does. Which... leads to him doing a couple more.
By the time Pete wanders back there, Patrick's clearly pretty tipsy, like the rest of them. Not drunk, maybe, but he keeps smiling, his laughter lingering longer than it should really, and he smiles up at Pete with all his teeth showing. His cheeks are flushed, and he keeps sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, licking it and biting a little as he smiles. Brendon's staring.
They run out of liquor, so Bill and Butcher take off, and Pete sticks around. He talks and jokes with Brendon and Patrick, tells them some story about something Dirty just did or whatever. Patrick and Brendon are giggling. Like, they're actually giggling, and it seems to amuse Pete that they're so amused by him. He catches Brendon's eye every time Brendon touches Patrick's shoulder or leg when they laugh. Brendon's doing it kind of a lot.
Pete comments on how they seem to be having a great time, and Patrick says, "It's Bill. He got me to drink with them, I don't know."
He's always a little lazier when he drinks, prone to laying on people if that's where he ends up. Pete's right next to him, sitting on the couch, and they lean into each other heavily, arms touching, heads tilted in. Pete nuzzles Patrick's neck playfully, and it makes Patrick laugh. Brendon's sort of mesmerized, because Patrick doesn't stop him. He isn't startled at all. Pete is still sort of talking as he noses Patrick's skin, making Patrick chuckle. It's somehow just very sweet. Brendon kind of assumed their antics were limited to the stage, but they're equally as comfortable here, Pete kissing Patrick's neck a couple times, small, affectionate pecks. Brendon thinks, maybe he should look away, but his brain and his reflexes aren't really communicating right then.
And Patrick turns his head, asking, "Wait, what?" when Pete says that whatever story he's telling -- whatever Dirty did to Korean Tom Cruise's stuff, he told him that Patrick did it, because Dan likes Patrick better. So the next time Pete plants a kiss on him, he lands on Patrick's cheek, and he says, "Kdding, I'm kidding," and then catches Patrick's mouth quickly.
Patrick says, "Good, that sucks," and Pete says again that he's playing, and kisses Patrick longer this time, just lips though.
He opens his mouth, and the kiss is still dry, but Patrick opens his mouth a little, too, responding. Brendon kind of waits for something to happen -- for Patrick to pull away or something, because Pete said it had happened the once, but. But they don't stop, and Brendon starts to think maybe Pete was lying about that.
Brendon... is totally staring. Like, he's staring so hard it might qualify as gaping. When Patrick pulls back, he looks up and notices Brendon again. His eyes widen as if he might have forgot Brendon was there for a second, and Pete says, "Brendon likes you."
Patrick laughs, not mockingly, and says, "Okay, Pete," like he's telling him to shut up, like Pete messes with Patrick like that all the time.
Brendon's sort of mortified but also frozen where he is, and Pete says, "No, he does. He does, I promise," and kicks his foot out to tap Brendon's ankle. "Right?" he asks, and Brendon just looks from him to Patrick, speechless.
Patrick says, "You know he's an ass, right? You don't have to listen to him," at the same time Pete says, "You can kiss him. If you ask nicely, he says yes," smiling.
Patrick jabs Pete in the thigh, says, "You probably already scarred him just now when you --"
Brendon says, "Can I?"
He cuts Patrick short, and then kind of pauses. Patrick stutters, "Oh. Oh, what?"
Pete laughs next to him, saying, "I told you. Didn't I say?"
Brendon scoots closer and repeats himself. He asks, "Is that okay? I won't if -- uh," and he kind doesn't know how to finish that sentence when he's right next to Patrick. He doesn't want Patrick to say no at all, now, actually.
Patrick smirks, still tipsy and caught in that place where everything is just a little worth smiling about. He says, "Wow, okay. Yeah?"
It comes out a question, even though Patrick closes in first. Pete says, "Make his day, dude," which makes Patrick grin big against Brendon's mouth. Brendon feels the stretch of his lips, and takes the opportunity to lick. Patrick lets him have tongue, and Brendon thinks, holy shit, Patrick is kissing him, and that's pretty much the best true thought Brendon's ever had up until this point in his life.
Like. Maybe that's just the adrenaline talking? But, seriously, it's really kind of fucking fantastic, and when Brendon touches Patrick's shoulder, chances sliding it to the base of Patrick's neck and strokes the skin there, Patrick makes a tiny noise in his throat, and really, did Brendon think this was fantastic? Because the right word is actually phenomenal, unbelievable -- fuck it, he doesn't have a word.
After, Patrick says, "Sorry," squinting. He takes off his glasses and hands them back to Pete, who sets them aside.
Brendon has no idea what Patrick's apologizing for, and simply asks, "Can I do it again?"
Patrick chuckles. Brendon notices Pete watching over Patrick's shoulder, Patrick's body angled toward Brendon now. He shrugs. Patrick says, "Yeah. Yeah, sure," and Brendon comes to him this time, tilting his head and really going for it.
They kiss, slow and languid, until Pete observes that, "Dude, you're greedy."
"Sorry." It's Brendon's turn to apologize, except he doesn't mean it all.
He pulls away reluctantly, and Pete rests his chin on Patrick shoulder. He turns his face toward Patrick, almost talking into his neck as he asks, "So, is he good?"
Patrick nods. He says, "Mhm," smiling at Brendon and rubbing a couple fingers against his head, scratching his face. Brendon doesn't notice Pete has a hand on Patrick, doesn't realize he's touching him until Patrick looks down, saying, "Pete," and Pete pushes his mouth into Patrick's neck fully and mumbles, "Patrick," in the same voice.
Patrick doesn't stop him from doing any of this either. He's wearing a button down, and Pete tries thumbing the bottom ones loose, gets one done and then says, "You could help."
It takes Brendon a moment to realize Pete's talking to him. Patrick doesn't give him any cue when Brendon looks at him, so he holds his hand out tentatively, touches his fingers to Patrick's shirt and waits until Pete says, "No, actually help."
Brendon gets half the shirt undone, watching Patrick watch him. Pete asks, "Hey, do you want to skip to the fun part?"
Brendon says, "Um," because, really, this is pretty fun. But more fun is good. He's okay with that. He says, "What's --"
And Pete grabs Brendon's hand at the same time he says Patrick's name, gets Patrick to turn his head so that they're kissing as Pete pushes Brendon's hand down to Patrick's jeans. Pete places his hands over Brendon's, holds it there between Patrick's legs, and Patrick bucks, his mouth on Pete's.
Patrick says, "Pete."
Pete mutters that, "He wants you. He told me."
It's weird to hear Pete talk about Brendon when he's right there, telling Patrick stuff he confessed in secret, with Pete's lips hot on Brendon's ear. Brendon squeezes, tests it, and Patrick moans against Pete's mouth, breaks away to look at Brendon with his lips damp and red, and Brendon does want him. He wants Patrick a lot. He wants Patrick to want him back.
Patrick asks him. Plainly, he asks, "You said that?"
Brendon swallows. He whispers, "Yeah."
Patrick scoots his hips forward and says, "Come -- okay, come here," and Brendon ducks to kiss Patrick again, both his hand and Pete's still caught between them. It's hard to balance, hard not to just fall into both of them, especially when Patrick shifts his hips again. Brendon hasn't really wrapped his head around it, hasn't fully thought about the fact that his hand is on Patrick's dick right now, that Patrick is letting him, that Pete is encouraging this.
Brendon goes from Patrick to Pete, straining to lean over Patrick's shoulder and get to Pete's mouth. He can have both of them right now, wow. If this is what being a rockstar is like, then Brendon's so fucking glad he got into this business.
Pete eventually drags his hand from between Patrick and Brendon, pushes at Brendon's shoulder, and says, "Okay, hey."
Brendon sits back, dips back in to get Patrick quickly again, and Pete grins at him. "This dude knows what he wants," he says to Patrick, amused. Patrick laughs.
Pete moves around Patrick, gets from behind him, and has Patrick rest against the couch fully, climbing onto his lap.
"Oh," Patrick says.
"He's trying to show me up, dude," Pete explains.
Patrick says, "Nervous?" and Pete snorts.
"He wishes," Pete says, and Brendon's still fascinated by how they slip into private exchanges. Pete glances at Brendon, straddling Patrick. "Watch."
Brendon does. There really isn't a chance that Brendon isn't going to watch at this point, and Pete pushes his palms into the couch on either side of Patrick's head. He thrusts sharply as he kisses Patrick, and it's a lot less sweet than anything else Brendon's seen so far. Brendon watches Patrick's hands go to Pete's hips, slide down, and slowly get tucked inside Pete's back pockets. Pete breaks away to unzip and remove his hoodie, then pull off his shirt and toss at Brendon's face. Brendon sputters, ends up with the shirt in his lap, twisting his hands in it, and Pete's jeans fall low on his ass, the swell of ass peeking out over his belt. Patrick poises his hands on Pete's hips again, fingers creeping over the skin. He makes the noise Brendon got earlier, although his voice sounds thinner now, and Pete stops to check Brendon again, Patrick's mouth open against his collarbone.
"You still playing?" Pete asks, and Brendon nods, watching Pete grit his teeth as Patrick bites lightly.
Pete slides from Patrick's lap and crawls the short distance to Brendon, making him sit back and give him room. Brendon feels weird for a second. Even as Pete kisses him and Brendon opens for it, he feels out of sorts, like he's getting something that might not belong to him -- almost can't believe Pete's letting him be part of what he just he saw.
He snaps his head in Patrick's direction when he feels a hand on his forearm. Patrick leans close and takes over. He makes use of Brendon's mouth as Pete sucks on Brendon's earlobe, and then says, "He won't say it, but this? Right now? You and me? Hottest thing he's ever seen."
Brendon laughs even as he gasps into Patrick's mouth. That's pretty. That's kind of.
"He's right," Patrick whispers, and Brendon can't stop the way his hips jerk up into Pete's at that.
Brendon doesn't even -- Pete was so lying about he and Patrick making out one time, because this. One kiss years ago shouldn't have gotten Brendon this so quickly. Then Pete says, "I'm gonna blow him. You can watch that, too," and Brendon knows he was full of shit before.
Brendon says, "What -- "
"Oh, you want to help?" Pete says. "Okay, twist my arm."
Brendon's shocked, and it must look crazy on him because Pete laughs so hard that Brendon suddenly remembers that this is Pete on his thighs. Pete, who had Brendon help him make a bunch of water balloons just yesterday so that they could drop them at people's feet from the roof of the venue and scare the shit out of them.
Brendon shakes his head, gathering himself and says, "I've never, uh."
Pete says, frankly, "Brendon, do you want to suck Patrick's dick or not?" and even Patrick laughs, then, burying his face against Brendon's shoulder, and Brendon -- Brendon likes that, enjoys being part of this.
"Right," Brendon says, and then, "Yeah," louder.
Patrick raises his head and kisses him again, and Brendon's vaguely aware of Pete slipping down his body and onto his knees. Brendon whimpers when Pete ducks in and opens his mouth over Brendon's dick through his pants, the faint pressure of his tongue pushing against the fabric. Patrick touches Brendon's face and holds him there a second longer. Pete moves his mouth away and replaces it with his hand, and if the gasp Patrick lets out against his lips is any indication, then he knows exactly what Brendon's feeling.
Brendon rolls his hips into it, enjoys the fit of Pete's hand over his dick, and then Pete touches his knee and says, "C'mere. You gotta come down here."
Into Brendon's mouth, Patrick moans again. He mumbles, "Or you could stay here."
And Brendon's tempted. He's really, really tempted, except he reaches for Patrick's lap, meets Pete's hand over Patrick's cock, feeling how hard he is and thinks, no. No, he wants to do this. Brendon pulls back and gets onto the floor with Pete, and he kind of loves the way Patrick looks right then, slouched in his seat, glasses gone, and waiting for them to make a move.
Pete says, "We could make him wait for it, you know."
Patrick says, "Dude," completely scandalized, and Brendon smiles at him.
He says, "It's okay. I'm kind of impatient, anyway."
Pete laughs, and Patrick says, "Pete, see? I like him."
Pete, for all his teasing, doesn't actually waste any time once Patrick's pants are at his knees. He undoes Patrick's belt, makes him raise up and has Brendon tug at his jeans. He tells Brendon to, "Help him out," and Brendon wraps his hand around the base of Patrick's cock carefully, looking at Patrick's face for approval. Patrick just closes his eyes, exhales slowly through his nose as Brendon strokes him a couple times. Pete says, "Yeah, yeah, good," and pushes up to press the flat of his tongue against the head, covers it with his mouth, and Brendon almost loses his grip, staring.
He recovers quickly though. He twists his hand in short strokes as Pete sucks and, whoa. People have always talked the benefits of teamwork, but Brendon really didn't get what that meant until this moment. Patrick's head dips forward. He places his hand on the back of Pete's head, scratching lightly and touches Brendon's wrist with the other.
When he opens his eyes, Brendon asks, "Is this good?"
Patrick nods. He's gnawing on his lip, grunts and jerk his hips slightly, and Brendon can't wait to make him do that himself. He watches Pete's mouth work, traces the the curve of Pete's shoulder with his eyes, the line of his spine, and then Brendon slides his hand over the small of Pete's back. Pete pulls off Patrick's cock, lets it slip from his mouth and glances at Brendon.
He asks, "Getting ahead of yourself?"
Brendon says, "I just," but Pete licks his lips and smiles.
He says, "Come up here," and Brendon stops sitting back on his heels. He put his hand on Patrick thigh, the other still around his dick. Pete says, "Go ahead," and Brendon chances a look at Patrick. He takes a breath, preparing himself, and Patrick never cues him when Brendon wants it most, just waits. Brendon ducks down, licks a short stripe along the side, and then goes down on Patrick. He gets as much as he can into his mouth and pulls back slow, does it again, and sighs through his nose when Patrick drags fingers across Brendon's neck.
He hears Pete say, "I've had a lot of great ideas, but this -- "
"Shut up, please," Patrick says.
Pete says, "I'm just saying," and then his voice gets closer, breath warm as he whispers to Brendon, "I wish you could see him. He loves it."
Patrick moans above him. Brendon wants to see it, too. He stops, looks up, and Patrick hunches forward before he really gets to see anything at all, kissing Brendon. When Brendon looks down again, Pete's tracing the length of Patrick's cock himself, tongue bumping Brendon's fingers when he gets down that low. Brendon extends two of them, experimenting, and Pete sucks on the tips.
Patrick says, "Fuck, Pete."
Pete lets go out Brendon's fingers, asking, "Was that a suggestion?"
Patrick says, "You suck," and kisses Pete then.
"You said I suck," Pete says afterward, teasing, and he smiles wide even though Patrick rolls his eyes.
Pete drops to suck hard on Patrick's cock again, bobs his head once, twice, and pulls off. He tells Brendon to, "Get back down here."
Brendon comes close, watches Pete suck along the side of Patrick's cock, and then copies it. He glances up, sees Patrick drops his head back. Focusing again, he matches Pete's pace, makes his way along the skin, but Pete gets the head first, tasting it. Brendon brushes his mouth against Pete's cheek, ghosts his mouth at the corner of Pete's own, and then they're kissing.
As they do, Brendon thinks, wow, this is the dirtiest thing he's ever done. A couple days ago, Pete's hand down his pants was the dirtiest thing he'd ever done, and now -- now Pete says, "Do you want to finish him?" and Brendon moans into his mouth.
"I can," he says. "Yeah, I can do it."
Pete lets him. He moves Brendon's hand from the base of Patrick's cock and takes over. Someone touches Brendon's head. It's probably Patrick, and he makes small, breathy noises as Pete says, "He liked you, too, you know."
It's not fucking fair, not when Brendon's busy like this, trying his best to keep this good. Pete says, "He didn't say, but I know," and Brendon groans with his mouth full. "Had him like I had you. I talked about getting you like this, and he wanted it." Pete slides his hand down to Brendon's ass, reaches until almost between Brendon's legs and hitches his hand up suggestively. "I told him about how you looked, how hard you were for me, and he came."
Brendon keeps sucking Patrick's cock. He pushes down, the head brushing the roof of his mouth, and then pulls back, pushes down again and just wants to make it his best.
"Hey," Patrick says above them. "Hey, you should -- " and Pete asks, hotly, "Are you gonna swallow?"
Brendon thinks about it. He thinks about trying and backs off at the last second, unable to take his eyes off Patrick's dick as he comes, spilling over Pete's fingers. Patrick's panting. He inhales sharply, trying to hold in the sounds and fails, and it's the most intense thing Brendon's seen firsthand.
He scrambles back onto the couch, hovers over Patrick, and kisses him roughly. He says, "Oh my god," and Patrick's breathless, still breathing deep in between kisses, coming down.
Brendon glances lower, sees Pete wipe his fingers off on his discarded t-shirt. Brendon crouches down, palms on Patrick's thigh and kisses him, too. Pete chuckles into it, says, "You're welcome," pleasantly when Brendon sits up again.
"Yeah," Brendon says, lamely. There's really nothing else to fill in that blank.
"But we're not -- " Patrick says, and Brendon's stomach jumps when Patrick touches his belly.
He gets to Brendon's pants, and Brendon hadn't even -- he can't even get his head around Patrick's hands on his jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper.
"Oh," Brendon says. "Oh --uh."
Pete laughs and says, "Dude, you wrecked him."
Patrick smiles at Brendon, faint and close-lipped. He asks, quietly, "Can we, Brendon?" slipping his hand under the open flap his pants, and Brendon looks from Patrick to Pete and back.
"Yeah," he says, "Yes."
He relaxes, falling back against he couch. Patrick gets a hand on his cock, and Pete touches his knee, pushing apart Brendon's legs. The hottest encounter of Brendon's life (okay, one of the few so far, but still) and they're only getting started. Brendon makes sure to keep his eyes open, taking in all of it, and he thinks, holy fuck, Ryan's gonna be so jealous.
gigantic: i'm not gonna lie. i don't care if they don't have mutual boycrushes on one another, i'd read Pete/Brendon just because it could send me into a bliss coma thinking about that much hot ass at one time.
ficbyzee: nnnnnngggh
ficbyzee: yeah
gigantic: and then, you know. Patrick could join.
gigantic: because why not?
gigantic: EXACTLY OKAY
ficbyzee: ....I love the way you think
gigantic: Dude, I would totally write that fic for myself. Brendon has little boycrush on Patrick. And maybe he talks to Pete about Patrick like all the time. Not intentionally, it's just where their conversations end up (because Brendon is preoccupied with Patrick's awesomeness, it totally happens, what). And at some point, you know, Pete and Brendon totally make out (Brendon's newly Not-Mormon and into trying things, kissing dudes seems like a thing that could be fun, hey) and Pete's always up for some makeouts (Anybody's fair game! He said it himself!). Maybe it leads to a handjob or something, and Pete starts talking about Patrick, which is totally Brendon's weakness, hi, wow. He doesn't even KNOW how bad that was his weakness until Pete starts talking about Patrick while they've got their hands down one another's pants. It isn't even dirty stuff, really, just talking about things Patrick does, things Patrick likes, maybe there was one time Pete and Patrick kissed, you know. During the early days, and Pete tells Brendon about that. And obvs Brendon gets off on it. And then, uh. Next they get Patrick involved and it's awesome \o/
ficbyzee: ;lkj;lkj um. YEAH.
ficbyzee: there's.... seriously nothing not-awesome about that \o/
gigantic: I KNOW, RIGHT? it should happen.
gigantic: i'm trying to figure out how they get Patrick involved
ficbyzee: hmm, yeah
ficbyzee: ....I feel sorta bad that my mind goes straight to 'get him drunk!' um. I just like it when Patrick gets drunk and debauched.
gigantic: hahaha, dude, me too. GET PATRICK DRUNK, PLS.
gigantic: hmmm, let me see.
gigantic: when was it that Panic went on tour with FOB? like late 2005, i think?
gigantic: so that was post Patrick's summer of possible debauchery
gigantic: ummm. maybe like --
Brendon's just getting into his drinking then, and maybe he ends up in the back of the FOB tour bus with Bill and Butcher and whoever else, drinking. They were pretty close and decided to come out to visit them on tour one night.
Patrick wanders in, and they end up talking about how Patrick spent his summer even though he's all about the not-drinking so much lately.
Brendon's kind of disbelieving, but Bill says, "No, really! We were only on that tour a couple weeks, so we didn't even see the best of it, but I swear. Patrick's a professional."
Patrick says, okay, no. He doesn't know about being a pro, but he used to spend time behind some tour buses, okay? Sure. Whatever, it's not that shocking, actually. And they talk about how Patrick got really good at whipping up shots for everybody. He looooved shots. Sweet ones best.
They encourage him to do one. They don't have any sweet stuff right then, but they bug him to knock one back, and he finally does. Which... leads to him doing a couple more.
By the time Pete wanders back there, Patrick's clearly pretty tipsy, like the rest of them. Not drunk, maybe, but he keeps smiling, his laughter lingering longer than it should really, and he smiles up at Pete with all his teeth showing. His cheeks are flushed, and he keeps sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, licking it and biting a little as he smiles. Brendon's staring.
They run out of liquor, so Bill and Butcher take off, and Pete sticks around. He talks and jokes with Brendon and Patrick, tells them some story about something Dirty just did or whatever. Patrick and Brendon are giggling. Like, they're actually giggling, and it seems to amuse Pete that they're so amused by him. He catches Brendon's eye every time Brendon touches Patrick's shoulder or leg when they laugh. Brendon's doing it kind of a lot.
Pete comments on how they seem to be having a great time, and Patrick says, "It's Bill. He got me to drink with them, I don't know."
He's always a little lazier when he drinks, prone to laying on people if that's where he ends up. Pete's right next to him, sitting on the couch, and they lean into each other heavily, arms touching, heads tilted in. Pete nuzzles Patrick's neck playfully, and it makes Patrick laugh. Brendon's sort of mesmerized, because Patrick doesn't stop him. He isn't startled at all. Pete is still sort of talking as he noses Patrick's skin, making Patrick chuckle. It's somehow just very sweet. Brendon kind of assumed their antics were limited to the stage, but they're equally as comfortable here, Pete kissing Patrick's neck a couple times, small, affectionate pecks. Brendon thinks, maybe he should look away, but his brain and his reflexes aren't really communicating right then.
And Patrick turns his head, asking, "Wait, what?" when Pete says that whatever story he's telling -- whatever Dirty did to Korean Tom Cruise's stuff, he told him that Patrick did it, because Dan likes Patrick better. So the next time Pete plants a kiss on him, he lands on Patrick's cheek, and he says, "Kdding, I'm kidding," and then catches Patrick's mouth quickly.
Patrick says, "Good, that sucks," and Pete says again that he's playing, and kisses Patrick longer this time, just lips though.
He opens his mouth, and the kiss is still dry, but Patrick opens his mouth a little, too, responding. Brendon kind of waits for something to happen -- for Patrick to pull away or something, because Pete said it had happened the once, but. But they don't stop, and Brendon starts to think maybe Pete was lying about that.
Brendon... is totally staring. Like, he's staring so hard it might qualify as gaping. When Patrick pulls back, he looks up and notices Brendon again. His eyes widen as if he might have forgot Brendon was there for a second, and Pete says, "Brendon likes you."
Patrick laughs, not mockingly, and says, "Okay, Pete," like he's telling him to shut up, like Pete messes with Patrick like that all the time.
Brendon's sort of mortified but also frozen where he is, and Pete says, "No, he does. He does, I promise," and kicks his foot out to tap Brendon's ankle. "Right?" he asks, and Brendon just looks from him to Patrick, speechless.
Patrick says, "You know he's an ass, right? You don't have to listen to him," at the same time Pete says, "You can kiss him. If you ask nicely, he says yes," smiling.
Patrick jabs Pete in the thigh, says, "You probably already scarred him just now when you --"
Brendon says, "Can I?"
He cuts Patrick short, and then kind of pauses. Patrick stutters, "Oh. Oh, what?"
Pete laughs next to him, saying, "I told you. Didn't I say?"
Brendon scoots closer and repeats himself. He asks, "Is that okay? I won't if -- uh," and he kind doesn't know how to finish that sentence when he's right next to Patrick. He doesn't want Patrick to say no at all, now, actually.
Patrick smirks, still tipsy and caught in that place where everything is just a little worth smiling about. He says, "Wow, okay. Yeah?"
It comes out a question, even though Patrick closes in first. Pete says, "Make his day, dude," which makes Patrick grin big against Brendon's mouth. Brendon feels the stretch of his lips, and takes the opportunity to lick. Patrick lets him have tongue, and Brendon thinks, holy shit, Patrick is kissing him, and that's pretty much the best true thought Brendon's ever had up until this point in his life.
Like. Maybe that's just the adrenaline talking? But, seriously, it's really kind of fucking fantastic, and when Brendon touches Patrick's shoulder, chances sliding it to the base of Patrick's neck and strokes the skin there, Patrick makes a tiny noise in his throat, and really, did Brendon think this was fantastic? Because the right word is actually phenomenal, unbelievable -- fuck it, he doesn't have a word.
After, Patrick says, "Sorry," squinting. He takes off his glasses and hands them back to Pete, who sets them aside.
Brendon has no idea what Patrick's apologizing for, and simply asks, "Can I do it again?"
Patrick chuckles. Brendon notices Pete watching over Patrick's shoulder, Patrick's body angled toward Brendon now. He shrugs. Patrick says, "Yeah. Yeah, sure," and Brendon comes to him this time, tilting his head and really going for it.
They kiss, slow and languid, until Pete observes that, "Dude, you're greedy."
"Sorry." It's Brendon's turn to apologize, except he doesn't mean it all.
He pulls away reluctantly, and Pete rests his chin on Patrick shoulder. He turns his face toward Patrick, almost talking into his neck as he asks, "So, is he good?"
Patrick nods. He says, "Mhm," smiling at Brendon and rubbing a couple fingers against his head, scratching his face. Brendon doesn't notice Pete has a hand on Patrick, doesn't realize he's touching him until Patrick looks down, saying, "Pete," and Pete pushes his mouth into Patrick's neck fully and mumbles, "Patrick," in the same voice.
Patrick doesn't stop him from doing any of this either. He's wearing a button down, and Pete tries thumbing the bottom ones loose, gets one done and then says, "You could help."
It takes Brendon a moment to realize Pete's talking to him. Patrick doesn't give him any cue when Brendon looks at him, so he holds his hand out tentatively, touches his fingers to Patrick's shirt and waits until Pete says, "No, actually help."
Brendon gets half the shirt undone, watching Patrick watch him. Pete asks, "Hey, do you want to skip to the fun part?"
Brendon says, "Um," because, really, this is pretty fun. But more fun is good. He's okay with that. He says, "What's --"
And Pete grabs Brendon's hand at the same time he says Patrick's name, gets Patrick to turn his head so that they're kissing as Pete pushes Brendon's hand down to Patrick's jeans. Pete places his hands over Brendon's, holds it there between Patrick's legs, and Patrick bucks, his mouth on Pete's.
Patrick says, "Pete."
Pete mutters that, "He wants you. He told me."
It's weird to hear Pete talk about Brendon when he's right there, telling Patrick stuff he confessed in secret, with Pete's lips hot on Brendon's ear. Brendon squeezes, tests it, and Patrick moans against Pete's mouth, breaks away to look at Brendon with his lips damp and red, and Brendon does want him. He wants Patrick a lot. He wants Patrick to want him back.
Patrick asks him. Plainly, he asks, "You said that?"
Brendon swallows. He whispers, "Yeah."
Patrick scoots his hips forward and says, "Come -- okay, come here," and Brendon ducks to kiss Patrick again, both his hand and Pete's still caught between them. It's hard to balance, hard not to just fall into both of them, especially when Patrick shifts his hips again. Brendon hasn't really wrapped his head around it, hasn't fully thought about the fact that his hand is on Patrick's dick right now, that Patrick is letting him, that Pete is encouraging this.
Brendon goes from Patrick to Pete, straining to lean over Patrick's shoulder and get to Pete's mouth. He can have both of them right now, wow. If this is what being a rockstar is like, then Brendon's so fucking glad he got into this business.
Pete eventually drags his hand from between Patrick and Brendon, pushes at Brendon's shoulder, and says, "Okay, hey."
Brendon sits back, dips back in to get Patrick quickly again, and Pete grins at him. "This dude knows what he wants," he says to Patrick, amused. Patrick laughs.
Pete moves around Patrick, gets from behind him, and has Patrick rest against the couch fully, climbing onto his lap.
"Oh," Patrick says.
"He's trying to show me up, dude," Pete explains.
Patrick says, "Nervous?" and Pete snorts.
"He wishes," Pete says, and Brendon's still fascinated by how they slip into private exchanges. Pete glances at Brendon, straddling Patrick. "Watch."
Brendon does. There really isn't a chance that Brendon isn't going to watch at this point, and Pete pushes his palms into the couch on either side of Patrick's head. He thrusts sharply as he kisses Patrick, and it's a lot less sweet than anything else Brendon's seen so far. Brendon watches Patrick's hands go to Pete's hips, slide down, and slowly get tucked inside Pete's back pockets. Pete breaks away to unzip and remove his hoodie, then pull off his shirt and toss at Brendon's face. Brendon sputters, ends up with the shirt in his lap, twisting his hands in it, and Pete's jeans fall low on his ass, the swell of ass peeking out over his belt. Patrick poises his hands on Pete's hips again, fingers creeping over the skin. He makes the noise Brendon got earlier, although his voice sounds thinner now, and Pete stops to check Brendon again, Patrick's mouth open against his collarbone.
"You still playing?" Pete asks, and Brendon nods, watching Pete grit his teeth as Patrick bites lightly.
Pete slides from Patrick's lap and crawls the short distance to Brendon, making him sit back and give him room. Brendon feels weird for a second. Even as Pete kisses him and Brendon opens for it, he feels out of sorts, like he's getting something that might not belong to him -- almost can't believe Pete's letting him be part of what he just he saw.
He snaps his head in Patrick's direction when he feels a hand on his forearm. Patrick leans close and takes over. He makes use of Brendon's mouth as Pete sucks on Brendon's earlobe, and then says, "He won't say it, but this? Right now? You and me? Hottest thing he's ever seen."
Brendon laughs even as he gasps into Patrick's mouth. That's pretty. That's kind of.
"He's right," Patrick whispers, and Brendon can't stop the way his hips jerk up into Pete's at that.
Brendon doesn't even -- Pete was so lying about he and Patrick making out one time, because this. One kiss years ago shouldn't have gotten Brendon this so quickly. Then Pete says, "I'm gonna blow him. You can watch that, too," and Brendon knows he was full of shit before.
Brendon says, "What -- "
"Oh, you want to help?" Pete says. "Okay, twist my arm."
Brendon's shocked, and it must look crazy on him because Pete laughs so hard that Brendon suddenly remembers that this is Pete on his thighs. Pete, who had Brendon help him make a bunch of water balloons just yesterday so that they could drop them at people's feet from the roof of the venue and scare the shit out of them.
Brendon shakes his head, gathering himself and says, "I've never, uh."
Pete says, frankly, "Brendon, do you want to suck Patrick's dick or not?" and even Patrick laughs, then, burying his face against Brendon's shoulder, and Brendon -- Brendon likes that, enjoys being part of this.
"Right," Brendon says, and then, "Yeah," louder.
Patrick raises his head and kisses him again, and Brendon's vaguely aware of Pete slipping down his body and onto his knees. Brendon whimpers when Pete ducks in and opens his mouth over Brendon's dick through his pants, the faint pressure of his tongue pushing against the fabric. Patrick touches Brendon's face and holds him there a second longer. Pete moves his mouth away and replaces it with his hand, and if the gasp Patrick lets out against his lips is any indication, then he knows exactly what Brendon's feeling.
Brendon rolls his hips into it, enjoys the fit of Pete's hand over his dick, and then Pete touches his knee and says, "C'mere. You gotta come down here."
Into Brendon's mouth, Patrick moans again. He mumbles, "Or you could stay here."
And Brendon's tempted. He's really, really tempted, except he reaches for Patrick's lap, meets Pete's hand over Patrick's cock, feeling how hard he is and thinks, no. No, he wants to do this. Brendon pulls back and gets onto the floor with Pete, and he kind of loves the way Patrick looks right then, slouched in his seat, glasses gone, and waiting for them to make a move.
Pete says, "We could make him wait for it, you know."
Patrick says, "Dude," completely scandalized, and Brendon smiles at him.
He says, "It's okay. I'm kind of impatient, anyway."
Pete laughs, and Patrick says, "Pete, see? I like him."
Pete, for all his teasing, doesn't actually waste any time once Patrick's pants are at his knees. He undoes Patrick's belt, makes him raise up and has Brendon tug at his jeans. He tells Brendon to, "Help him out," and Brendon wraps his hand around the base of Patrick's cock carefully, looking at Patrick's face for approval. Patrick just closes his eyes, exhales slowly through his nose as Brendon strokes him a couple times. Pete says, "Yeah, yeah, good," and pushes up to press the flat of his tongue against the head, covers it with his mouth, and Brendon almost loses his grip, staring.
He recovers quickly though. He twists his hand in short strokes as Pete sucks and, whoa. People have always talked the benefits of teamwork, but Brendon really didn't get what that meant until this moment. Patrick's head dips forward. He places his hand on the back of Pete's head, scratching lightly and touches Brendon's wrist with the other.
When he opens his eyes, Brendon asks, "Is this good?"
Patrick nods. He's gnawing on his lip, grunts and jerk his hips slightly, and Brendon can't wait to make him do that himself. He watches Pete's mouth work, traces the the curve of Pete's shoulder with his eyes, the line of his spine, and then Brendon slides his hand over the small of Pete's back. Pete pulls off Patrick's cock, lets it slip from his mouth and glances at Brendon.
He asks, "Getting ahead of yourself?"
Brendon says, "I just," but Pete licks his lips and smiles.
He says, "Come up here," and Brendon stops sitting back on his heels. He put his hand on Patrick thigh, the other still around his dick. Pete says, "Go ahead," and Brendon chances a look at Patrick. He takes a breath, preparing himself, and Patrick never cues him when Brendon wants it most, just waits. Brendon ducks down, licks a short stripe along the side, and then goes down on Patrick. He gets as much as he can into his mouth and pulls back slow, does it again, and sighs through his nose when Patrick drags fingers across Brendon's neck.
He hears Pete say, "I've had a lot of great ideas, but this -- "
"Shut up, please," Patrick says.
Pete says, "I'm just saying," and then his voice gets closer, breath warm as he whispers to Brendon, "I wish you could see him. He loves it."
Patrick moans above him. Brendon wants to see it, too. He stops, looks up, and Patrick hunches forward before he really gets to see anything at all, kissing Brendon. When Brendon looks down again, Pete's tracing the length of Patrick's cock himself, tongue bumping Brendon's fingers when he gets down that low. Brendon extends two of them, experimenting, and Pete sucks on the tips.
Patrick says, "Fuck, Pete."
Pete lets go out Brendon's fingers, asking, "Was that a suggestion?"
Patrick says, "You suck," and kisses Pete then.
"You said I suck," Pete says afterward, teasing, and he smiles wide even though Patrick rolls his eyes.
Pete drops to suck hard on Patrick's cock again, bobs his head once, twice, and pulls off. He tells Brendon to, "Get back down here."
Brendon comes close, watches Pete suck along the side of Patrick's cock, and then copies it. He glances up, sees Patrick drops his head back. Focusing again, he matches Pete's pace, makes his way along the skin, but Pete gets the head first, tasting it. Brendon brushes his mouth against Pete's cheek, ghosts his mouth at the corner of Pete's own, and then they're kissing.
As they do, Brendon thinks, wow, this is the dirtiest thing he's ever done. A couple days ago, Pete's hand down his pants was the dirtiest thing he'd ever done, and now -- now Pete says, "Do you want to finish him?" and Brendon moans into his mouth.
"I can," he says. "Yeah, I can do it."
Pete lets him. He moves Brendon's hand from the base of Patrick's cock and takes over. Someone touches Brendon's head. It's probably Patrick, and he makes small, breathy noises as Pete says, "He liked you, too, you know."
It's not fucking fair, not when Brendon's busy like this, trying his best to keep this good. Pete says, "He didn't say, but I know," and Brendon groans with his mouth full. "Had him like I had you. I talked about getting you like this, and he wanted it." Pete slides his hand down to Brendon's ass, reaches until almost between Brendon's legs and hitches his hand up suggestively. "I told him about how you looked, how hard you were for me, and he came."
Brendon keeps sucking Patrick's cock. He pushes down, the head brushing the roof of his mouth, and then pulls back, pushes down again and just wants to make it his best.
"Hey," Patrick says above them. "Hey, you should -- " and Pete asks, hotly, "Are you gonna swallow?"
Brendon thinks about it. He thinks about trying and backs off at the last second, unable to take his eyes off Patrick's dick as he comes, spilling over Pete's fingers. Patrick's panting. He inhales sharply, trying to hold in the sounds and fails, and it's the most intense thing Brendon's seen firsthand.
He scrambles back onto the couch, hovers over Patrick, and kisses him roughly. He says, "Oh my god," and Patrick's breathless, still breathing deep in between kisses, coming down.
Brendon glances lower, sees Pete wipe his fingers off on his discarded t-shirt. Brendon crouches down, palms on Patrick's thigh and kisses him, too. Pete chuckles into it, says, "You're welcome," pleasantly when Brendon sits up again.
"Yeah," Brendon says, lamely. There's really nothing else to fill in that blank.
"But we're not -- " Patrick says, and Brendon's stomach jumps when Patrick touches his belly.
He gets to Brendon's pants, and Brendon hadn't even -- he can't even get his head around Patrick's hands on his jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper.
"Oh," Brendon says. "Oh --uh."
Pete laughs and says, "Dude, you wrecked him."
Patrick smiles at Brendon, faint and close-lipped. He asks, quietly, "Can we, Brendon?" slipping his hand under the open flap his pants, and Brendon looks from Patrick to Pete and back.
"Yeah," he says, "Yes."
He relaxes, falling back against he couch. Patrick gets a hand on his cock, and Pete touches his knee, pushing apart Brendon's legs. The hottest encounter of Brendon's life (okay, one of the few so far, but still) and they're only getting started. Brendon makes sure to keep his eyes open, taking in all of it, and he thinks, holy fuck, Ryan's gonna be so jealous.