Darkness
Title: Darkness
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: NC-17 (Oh what do you think?)
Summary: Patrick was shooting the scene for L&O. Pete got horny. Patrick got hungry. Pete and Patrick get photographed by photog, Ryan, while sexing each other up, oh yay.
Disclaimer: Really, have you ever seen those pictures?
Word count: 2,126
The actor slammed down the folder containing what was supposed to be the case's information. Really, it held the script for anyone who forgot a line on camera. "He exchanged a few phone calls with Nick Costas, so what?" Patrick's lawyer asked. Patrick, er, Marty added on his behalf, "Costas was trying to sell me a scorpion fish..." Pete beamed at how the crew members couldn't get him to take off his hat so they made Pete do it before the cameras rolled. He looks so cute hatless. He should try that look more often, Pete thought vaguely, as his boyfriend stared into the accusing actor's eyes. "How much did he want for it?"
"You don't believe me," Patrick stated. The glare in his eyes was eerily unfamiliar and Pete, behind camera, shifted from one foot to the other. "Ask Costas. Oh right, he's dead." The deadly smirk and maniacal laugh in his sea green eyes sent a shiver up and down Pete's spine. Not to mention sent a little extra blood to a certain region between Pete's tightly denim clad thighs. Then the ugly "detectives" had to speak again, totally ruining Pete's hard-on.
"What about what's in your computer, Marty?" "There's evidence you hacked into congress. Emails, voicemails, contacted his family." Patrick's character spoke, almost like it was a question, "He's a rich guy. I wanted to see how he lives and how he works, how he makes money, maybe I'd learn something, become a rich guy like him." His lawyer mumbled something about a "maybe a misdemeanor, at most." "Right, he's innocent now, but when we found him, he was hiding under a car in his mother's garage." Patrick paused, and meekly looked down.
"Maybe we got this all wrong, man. Marty here looks like the mastermind of nothing. Maybe Nick called the shots, maybe he kicked Marty's ass and told him to hide, too." Patrick winced as the lawyer rubbed his shoulder mock-comfortingly. The unnerving glimmer was back in Patrick's (or Marty's?) eyes. "Is that what it is, Marty? You a little worker bee? You take orders from Nick? Or by yourself, the best you can do is grovel in the grease under a car?"
"They're just trying to provoke you." Marty's lawyer cut the detective off, Marty (or was it Patrick?) turned his attention to him. "We're finished talking." Patrick glanced up at the camera, a look in his eyes that said "I won this." Pete watched the screen in the corner of the set tentatively, hoping to catch something more in Patrick's eye, to assure him that this was acting, not that Patrick could actually pull off abduction and murder. Another shiver down his back, goose bumps covered his flesh, and his penis grew just that much harder. Who knew Patrick could act better than me? Then again, I kinda suck... Pete thought.
"And CUT!" yelled the director. "30 minute lunch break, ok? You earned it." Pete bounded up on set and wrapped his arms from behind around his boyfriend, nuzzling his nose into his fine disheveled hair. Patrick giggled his normal giggle and one or two of the other actors smiled at the adorable couple. Patrick touched Pete's arm, and turned into Pete's hug. He pulled away and left his arms wrapped around the taller boy's neck. "Lunch?" "Sure, why not? Fast food?" Pete readily asked. Patrick chuckled at his boyfriend and nodded with a grin as they walked out to his car hand in hand. Patrick grabbed for his hat on the way out.
By the time they reached the main road, Pete's lips were attached to Patrick's neck and Patrick was having a hard time paying attention to the road. His already obscenely taut jeans were getting tighter and tighter with every kiss Pete laid to his spot, right before his ear. "You were amazing. How did you get so scary?" Pete whispered.
Patrick shrugged and massaged Pete's thigh as he turned the corner, "'S just acting." Patrick parked the car further away from the fast food restaurant as either would have preferred but the two of them both knew it would be tasteless to park any closer, bearing in mind how many touches and kisses would be exchanged.
Pete reached for the door and started to get out when Patrick grabbed his thigh and asked him to sit. "Pete, I'm not very hungry. I'm bored. Stay with me?" "Well, there's one of those fucking awesome plastic jungle gyms in there. That should cure your boredom while I eat," Pete tried to be helpful. Patrick rolled his eyes and crawled over to straddle Pete's legs. "You're such a retard, Pete. Is it that hard to figure out that I'm horny and I need that fixed?" "Ah, so now I'm just a sex plaything?" Pete smirked, trying to hide a laugh. "Of course, now shut up and kiss me, retard," Patrick giggled as his lips crashed into Pete's.
Patrick grinded down into Pete's lap as he moved to sucking on Pete's neck, right above his hoodie. A camera clicked right outside the car's driver side window but neither one noticed because of the hand shoved down Patrick's jeans. "Y-you know? That voice you used for Marty, mmm, back at the studio? That deep, dark one? That's your sex voice. Did you know that? Fuck, we need to capture that on a recording or something. You know how many albums we could sell if we advertized 'Patrick Stump getting fucked on tape'? Maybe we should fuck in the studio in my basement one of these days. We could say it's Ashlee who's blowing you instead of me. You know she supports us, right? How fucking sweet is that? I mean, my ex-girlfrie-"
"Pete. The fuck? Do you ever just shut up, at least during sex?" Patrick asked him, pulling away from his neck.
"Dude, Ashlee asked me that once. It was weird. I don't think I talk-"
"Pete."
"No?"
"Do you know how much of a boner-downer it is to hear you talk about your ex-wife while you are giving me a handjob?" Patrick smiled, "I mean, yeah, it's cool she's okay with us but- ohh!" Pete tightened his hold on Patrick's cock a little more. "Now you're talking too much." Pete smirked. Patrick smiled and bit his lip as Pete moved his hand down his length. "Just k-keep, yeah..."
"Dude. I've known you since you were 17, hormones raging. You don't have to pretend I've never heard you get jerked off before." Pete laughed. "Go ahead and make some noise. You're so sexy when you sing." Patrick smiled against his boyfriend's lips.
The camera clicked over and over but Patrick's moans of ecstasy and melodious groans were drowning it out. Pete swiftly stripped from his hoodie and returned to Patrick who's jeans definitely needed to be undone. Patrick slipped a hand in the back of Pete's own jeans as he occupied his mouth with Pete's. His fingers ghosted over Pete's entrance and he shuddered against Patrick's heaving chest.
"Pete. Let me..." Patrick whispered in his deeper, huskier, darker voice. Pete grunted at the sound of his partner's "sex voice" and found himself being stretched open by 2 of Patrick's fingers. "Nngh, Patrick, come on, I- Ugh, now, please." Pete rocked back and forth on the knuckles of Patrick's fingers.
Patrick came onto the shirtless chest of his boyfriend, the camera emitting even more clicks. Patrick reached for the handle on the side of the chair. He reclined the seat Pete was sitting on, who gave out a little moan at the shift and the new position of Patrick's hand. Patrick unzipped Pete's jeans to reveal a deep red cock half the world had already seen.
"Talk to me in that sexy voice you used earlier. Please?" Pete asked. Patrick started talking softly into Pete's ear about anything. Music, news, fuck, even the weather. Pete melted into a quivering puddle of "#1 Patrick Stump fan" as Patrick just kept rambling. "God, just. Ngh. Finish!" Pete whimpered.
Patrick's fingers nudged at Pete's prostate as he placed a kiss at the very tip of his dick. Pete groaned into the musky air of the hot car when Patrick's fingers curled and uncurled against his sweet spot deep inside of him. Patrick barely bobbed his head up and down more than 3 times before Pete grabbed at his hair, grunted, bucked his hips, and came down his throat. The blonde sucked softly on the head of his dick as the older man rode out the aftershocks. Patrick uncurled his fingers once more just for good measure and then slipped his hand slowly out.
Pete sat up and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Patrick's mouth as a final snap of the camera outside was heard. Patrick whipped his head to his right and stared at the smiling photographer. A second past and then... "What the fuck is he doing?!" Patrick yelled. "Taking pictures, I guess...?" Pete replied calmly. Patrick stuttered and managed to spit out a sentence, "How-how long has he been taking pictures of us?"
"About since we were clothed. I thought you knew!"
"I just. Wait. What? You thought I- OHMYFUCKINGGOD! My mom and dad could go on the internet and see their baby son having sex with a guy by this time tomorrow! Oh my- Fuck. Wait. The fucking WORLD could! Oh God, I need a paper bag. Oh fuck." And that's when Patrick started hyperventilating.
"Dude, chill. Just go inside and order me my meal, you can have the bag, and I'll talk to the nice man outside the car, okay?" Surprisingly, Pete was the calm one in this situation. Once both your mom and dad have walked in on you jerking off numerous times in high school, your sister has stumbled across the nude pictures of yourself on the internet, and your then-a-5-year-old brother found your gay porn collection under your bed, nothing can bring you down. Patrick's flushed face nodded.
The two of them quickly grabbed a tissue and cleaned up, got dressed, and the two of them stepped out of the car. Pete walked over to the man and started talking politely and how he wasn't "some crazy nut job of a rockstar who's gonna beat you with a stick." Patrick caught a word here, a phrase there, but he understood Pete was offering him big money for the pictures, for future "jack-off material." By then, Patrick was on the verge of running to the restaurant's door.
Patrick walked out of the fast food joint, blushing, to see Pete and the paparazzi joking around openly with the camera. Patrick handed the food to his boyfriend and looked from him to the photographer, and back. "Hey, 'Trick. This is Ryan and he's a photographer for People magazine." Ryan stuck out his hand and Patrick shook it, with an embarrassingly pink tint to his cheeks. "Hi. Uhm, Pete? Are we..." he trailed off and the other two men chuckled.
"Yeah, we are. Ryan got to keep any of the pictures where we weren't doing anything more than kissing, fully clothed, and we, er, I get to keep the rest." Pete answered. He turned to Ryan, "So, man, if I can get your email address, and borrow your camera, you can get the pictures and your camera and memory card back by like tomorrow. That okay? Oh, wait. Patrick's laptop's in the car. We can upload the stuff to it now so you don't have to leave without your camera."
After a few awkward minutes of uploading to a folder and deleting from the camera, Patrick was smiling and waving goodbye to the photographer and all worry of his parents finding out that, yeah, he liked dick. Patrick half glared, half smiled at Pete as he made his way around Pete to get into the driver's side.
"You owe me." Patrick stated as he started the car and Pete picked at his fries.
"What? Like a blowjob?" asked an almost too-eager Pete.
"Fine but at home. With the doors shut. Lights off. Blinds closed. Under the covers. Where no one can see us."
"Deal."
As the two of them drove back to the set with 5 minutes to spare, Pete grabbed Patrick's ass one last time before getting out of the car, earning him a slap, a glare, a smile, and a kiss. Patrick kept acting the rest of the day and Pete kept watching. Man, Pete thought, Patrick better like his blowjob tonight because I'm definitely gonna need one. And Patrick did. And Pete got one too. At home. With the doors shut. Lights off. Blinds closed. Under the covers. Where no one can see them.
[A/N]: The end wasn't very cheesy was it? I did the last paragraph in 5 minutes, right after I woke up so if my coherency is a little off, just let me know and I'll fix it. Please and thank you! P.S. Who wouldn't like a Patrick blowjob, even if the dude was straight? I think that is probably physically impossible. :]
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: NC-17 (Oh what do you think?)
Summary: Patrick was shooting the scene for L&O. Pete got horny. Patrick got hungry. Pete and Patrick get photographed by photog, Ryan, while sexing each other up, oh yay.
Disclaimer: Really, have you ever seen those pictures?
Word count: 2,126
The actor slammed down the folder containing what was supposed to be the case's information. Really, it held the script for anyone who forgot a line on camera. "He exchanged a few phone calls with Nick Costas, so what?" Patrick's lawyer asked. Patrick, er, Marty added on his behalf, "Costas was trying to sell me a scorpion fish..." Pete beamed at how the crew members couldn't get him to take off his hat so they made Pete do it before the cameras rolled. He looks so cute hatless. He should try that look more often, Pete thought vaguely, as his boyfriend stared into the accusing actor's eyes. "How much did he want for it?"
"You don't believe me," Patrick stated. The glare in his eyes was eerily unfamiliar and Pete, behind camera, shifted from one foot to the other. "Ask Costas. Oh right, he's dead." The deadly smirk and maniacal laugh in his sea green eyes sent a shiver up and down Pete's spine. Not to mention sent a little extra blood to a certain region between Pete's tightly denim clad thighs. Then the ugly "detectives" had to speak again, totally ruining Pete's hard-on.
"What about what's in your computer, Marty?" "There's evidence you hacked into congress. Emails, voicemails, contacted his family." Patrick's character spoke, almost like it was a question, "He's a rich guy. I wanted to see how he lives and how he works, how he makes money, maybe I'd learn something, become a rich guy like him." His lawyer mumbled something about a "maybe a misdemeanor, at most." "Right, he's innocent now, but when we found him, he was hiding under a car in his mother's garage." Patrick paused, and meekly looked down.
"Maybe we got this all wrong, man. Marty here looks like the mastermind of nothing. Maybe Nick called the shots, maybe he kicked Marty's ass and told him to hide, too." Patrick winced as the lawyer rubbed his shoulder mock-comfortingly. The unnerving glimmer was back in Patrick's (or Marty's?) eyes. "Is that what it is, Marty? You a little worker bee? You take orders from Nick? Or by yourself, the best you can do is grovel in the grease under a car?"
"They're just trying to provoke you." Marty's lawyer cut the detective off, Marty (or was it Patrick?) turned his attention to him. "We're finished talking." Patrick glanced up at the camera, a look in his eyes that said "I won this." Pete watched the screen in the corner of the set tentatively, hoping to catch something more in Patrick's eye, to assure him that this was acting, not that Patrick could actually pull off abduction and murder. Another shiver down his back, goose bumps covered his flesh, and his penis grew just that much harder. Who knew Patrick could act better than me? Then again, I kinda suck... Pete thought.
"And CUT!" yelled the director. "30 minute lunch break, ok? You earned it." Pete bounded up on set and wrapped his arms from behind around his boyfriend, nuzzling his nose into his fine disheveled hair. Patrick giggled his normal giggle and one or two of the other actors smiled at the adorable couple. Patrick touched Pete's arm, and turned into Pete's hug. He pulled away and left his arms wrapped around the taller boy's neck. "Lunch?" "Sure, why not? Fast food?" Pete readily asked. Patrick chuckled at his boyfriend and nodded with a grin as they walked out to his car hand in hand. Patrick grabbed for his hat on the way out.
By the time they reached the main road, Pete's lips were attached to Patrick's neck and Patrick was having a hard time paying attention to the road. His already obscenely taut jeans were getting tighter and tighter with every kiss Pete laid to his spot, right before his ear. "You were amazing. How did you get so scary?" Pete whispered.
Patrick shrugged and massaged Pete's thigh as he turned the corner, "'S just acting." Patrick parked the car further away from the fast food restaurant as either would have preferred but the two of them both knew it would be tasteless to park any closer, bearing in mind how many touches and kisses would be exchanged.
Pete reached for the door and started to get out when Patrick grabbed his thigh and asked him to sit. "Pete, I'm not very hungry. I'm bored. Stay with me?" "Well, there's one of those fucking awesome plastic jungle gyms in there. That should cure your boredom while I eat," Pete tried to be helpful. Patrick rolled his eyes and crawled over to straddle Pete's legs. "You're such a retard, Pete. Is it that hard to figure out that I'm horny and I need that fixed?" "Ah, so now I'm just a sex plaything?" Pete smirked, trying to hide a laugh. "Of course, now shut up and kiss me, retard," Patrick giggled as his lips crashed into Pete's.
Patrick grinded down into Pete's lap as he moved to sucking on Pete's neck, right above his hoodie. A camera clicked right outside the car's driver side window but neither one noticed because of the hand shoved down Patrick's jeans. "Y-you know? That voice you used for Marty, mmm, back at the studio? That deep, dark one? That's your sex voice. Did you know that? Fuck, we need to capture that on a recording or something. You know how many albums we could sell if we advertized 'Patrick Stump getting fucked on tape'? Maybe we should fuck in the studio in my basement one of these days. We could say it's Ashlee who's blowing you instead of me. You know she supports us, right? How fucking sweet is that? I mean, my ex-girlfrie-"
"Pete. The fuck? Do you ever just shut up, at least during sex?" Patrick asked him, pulling away from his neck.
"Dude, Ashlee asked me that once. It was weird. I don't think I talk-"
"Pete."
"No?"
"Do you know how much of a boner-downer it is to hear you talk about your ex-wife while you are giving me a handjob?" Patrick smiled, "I mean, yeah, it's cool she's okay with us but- ohh!" Pete tightened his hold on Patrick's cock a little more. "Now you're talking too much." Pete smirked. Patrick smiled and bit his lip as Pete moved his hand down his length. "Just k-keep, yeah..."
"Dude. I've known you since you were 17, hormones raging. You don't have to pretend I've never heard you get jerked off before." Pete laughed. "Go ahead and make some noise. You're so sexy when you sing." Patrick smiled against his boyfriend's lips.
The camera clicked over and over but Patrick's moans of ecstasy and melodious groans were drowning it out. Pete swiftly stripped from his hoodie and returned to Patrick who's jeans definitely needed to be undone. Patrick slipped a hand in the back of Pete's own jeans as he occupied his mouth with Pete's. His fingers ghosted over Pete's entrance and he shuddered against Patrick's heaving chest.
"Pete. Let me..." Patrick whispered in his deeper, huskier, darker voice. Pete grunted at the sound of his partner's "sex voice" and found himself being stretched open by 2 of Patrick's fingers. "Nngh, Patrick, come on, I- Ugh, now, please." Pete rocked back and forth on the knuckles of Patrick's fingers.
Patrick came onto the shirtless chest of his boyfriend, the camera emitting even more clicks. Patrick reached for the handle on the side of the chair. He reclined the seat Pete was sitting on, who gave out a little moan at the shift and the new position of Patrick's hand. Patrick unzipped Pete's jeans to reveal a deep red cock half the world had already seen.
"Talk to me in that sexy voice you used earlier. Please?" Pete asked. Patrick started talking softly into Pete's ear about anything. Music, news, fuck, even the weather. Pete melted into a quivering puddle of "#1 Patrick Stump fan" as Patrick just kept rambling. "God, just. Ngh. Finish!" Pete whimpered.
Patrick's fingers nudged at Pete's prostate as he placed a kiss at the very tip of his dick. Pete groaned into the musky air of the hot car when Patrick's fingers curled and uncurled against his sweet spot deep inside of him. Patrick barely bobbed his head up and down more than 3 times before Pete grabbed at his hair, grunted, bucked his hips, and came down his throat. The blonde sucked softly on the head of his dick as the older man rode out the aftershocks. Patrick uncurled his fingers once more just for good measure and then slipped his hand slowly out.
Pete sat up and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Patrick's mouth as a final snap of the camera outside was heard. Patrick whipped his head to his right and stared at the smiling photographer. A second past and then... "What the fuck is he doing?!" Patrick yelled. "Taking pictures, I guess...?" Pete replied calmly. Patrick stuttered and managed to spit out a sentence, "How-how long has he been taking pictures of us?"
"About since we were clothed. I thought you knew!"
"I just. Wait. What? You thought I- OHMYFUCKINGGOD! My mom and dad could go on the internet and see their baby son having sex with a guy by this time tomorrow! Oh my- Fuck. Wait. The fucking WORLD could! Oh God, I need a paper bag. Oh fuck." And that's when Patrick started hyperventilating.
"Dude, chill. Just go inside and order me my meal, you can have the bag, and I'll talk to the nice man outside the car, okay?" Surprisingly, Pete was the calm one in this situation. Once both your mom and dad have walked in on you jerking off numerous times in high school, your sister has stumbled across the nude pictures of yourself on the internet, and your then-a-5-year-old brother found your gay porn collection under your bed, nothing can bring you down. Patrick's flushed face nodded.
The two of them quickly grabbed a tissue and cleaned up, got dressed, and the two of them stepped out of the car. Pete walked over to the man and started talking politely and how he wasn't "some crazy nut job of a rockstar who's gonna beat you with a stick." Patrick caught a word here, a phrase there, but he understood Pete was offering him big money for the pictures, for future "jack-off material." By then, Patrick was on the verge of running to the restaurant's door.
Patrick walked out of the fast food joint, blushing, to see Pete and the paparazzi joking around openly with the camera. Patrick handed the food to his boyfriend and looked from him to the photographer, and back. "Hey, 'Trick. This is Ryan and he's a photographer for People magazine." Ryan stuck out his hand and Patrick shook it, with an embarrassingly pink tint to his cheeks. "Hi. Uhm, Pete? Are we..." he trailed off and the other two men chuckled.
"Yeah, we are. Ryan got to keep any of the pictures where we weren't doing anything more than kissing, fully clothed, and we, er, I get to keep the rest." Pete answered. He turned to Ryan, "So, man, if I can get your email address, and borrow your camera, you can get the pictures and your camera and memory card back by like tomorrow. That okay? Oh, wait. Patrick's laptop's in the car. We can upload the stuff to it now so you don't have to leave without your camera."
After a few awkward minutes of uploading to a folder and deleting from the camera, Patrick was smiling and waving goodbye to the photographer and all worry of his parents finding out that, yeah, he liked dick. Patrick half glared, half smiled at Pete as he made his way around Pete to get into the driver's side.
"You owe me." Patrick stated as he started the car and Pete picked at his fries.
"What? Like a blowjob?" asked an almost too-eager Pete.
"Fine but at home. With the doors shut. Lights off. Blinds closed. Under the covers. Where no one can see us."
"Deal."
As the two of them drove back to the set with 5 minutes to spare, Pete grabbed Patrick's ass one last time before getting out of the car, earning him a slap, a glare, a smile, and a kiss. Patrick kept acting the rest of the day and Pete kept watching. Man, Pete thought, Patrick better like his blowjob tonight because I'm definitely gonna need one. And Patrick did. And Pete got one too. At home. With the doors shut. Lights off. Blinds closed. Under the covers. Where no one can see them.
[A/N]: The end wasn't very cheesy was it? I did the last paragraph in 5 minutes, right after I woke up so if my coherency is a little off, just let me know and I'll fix it. Please and thank you! P.S. Who wouldn't like a Patrick blowjob, even if the dude was straight? I think that is probably physically impossible. :]