kink_bingo: The one where Pete has a dirty mouth
Pete yanks the soundproof headphones off Patrick’s head, who is working on his computer in the bus back lounge.
“What the fuck, dude?!” Patrick shouts enraged, shooting a death glare at Pete.
The bassist is topless (how strange), the tight jeans squeeze his thighs and don’t hide the bulge on his crotch. Patrick’s eyes wander there against his own better judgment, it can’t be helped.
“What- What do you want, Pete?” he asks, a hint of hesitation at first, soon replaced by resignation towards the other man’s shenanigans and drama queen behavior and gestures.
Pete’s eyes are flaming, his hands are twitching with the urge to touch. He quickly runs his tongue on his dry lips before kissing Patrick hungrily, almost making the singer’s precious laptop fall.
It catches Patrick by surprise, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing Pete back equally fiercely - he only mentally prays Andy and Joe won’t catch the two of them like that: their relationship is still a secret even for their best friends and band mates.
Pete undoes Patrick’s hoodie’s zip with shaky hands, the belt is next along with the zip of the jeans. The older male attacks Patrick’s neck, licking and sucking with the intention of leaving a nasty hickey. One of his hands lingers dangerously above the singer’s crotch.
“The things I want to do to you, Trickster,” Pete whispers huskily, teasing a lobe with the tip of his tongue. Patrick shivers under the hot breath and the still unspoken promises of hot moments.
“I want you under me, naked, only your hat as piece of clothes. I want to make my way on your milky skin with light bites, to savor you. I’ll lick your nipples for hours, I want to feel them harden against my tongue,” he says, emphasizing his intentions with soft caresses under Patrick’s t-shirt, the other hand teasingly close to his crotch without touching it. The singer feels himself blushing fiercely already, his member half hard till a moment ago now tensing his boxers to reach Pete’s hand.
“Then I think I’ll take your lovely cock in my hand, stroking it roughly. I want to see you writhe under my touch when I’ll stop mere moments before you come because I’m thirsty of you, I want to taste you: I’ll wrap my lips around you and tease you with my tongue, licking aaall the way. I’ll let you fuck my mouth till my jaw is completely slack and you’ve drilled a hole in the back of my throat. I’ll make your toes curl and make you scream when you come. I don’t want to waste a drop of it, I’ll milk you until you’re completely worn off.”
The horny bassist snakes a hand inside Patrick’s boxers and grabs his cock to give more meaning to his own words, making the other man inhale sharply at the feeling, a soft and shaky moan escaping his lips.
“I already finger fucked myself to be ready to get you up my ass, this way we won’t waste more time before I’ll be able to ride you, like the fierce stallion you are. You won’t be able to resist my tight ass, because you know how much you enjoy fucking me..”
Pete stops touching Patrick but rests his hands on the other’s stomach and leg, watching the blonde man shiver and arch his back in a silent beg for more contact. With a smirk, he stands up and returns to the front of the bus.
Patrick is dumbfounded. And fucking aroused.
“Not fair, Pete!” he shouts enraged, holding his pants with a hand while getting up to close the door and take care of his hard-on.
[sequel - The one where Patrick is in charge]