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Okay, so, I have declared my independence from the mad world of BBQs and am spending the day at home, writing ficlets. Win!
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misspamela asked for 300 words of Patrick/Pete smut, and she's getting--this. *G* First time fic, 700 words, adult.
We're the places that we wanted to go.
"Oh," Patrick says, when Pete's all the way in. "That's."
"Kind of," Pete says, agreeing. "You okay?"
Patrick isn't, really. It doesn't hurt like he'd thought it might, but it feels weird, and it's freaking him out a little.
He can't seem to turn his brain off, either. He keeps thinking: this is Pete, inside him. This is Pete's dick that's been flashed all over the internet and the subject of a hundred interviews and Patrick knows it best from years spent trying not to look at it. Pete is wearing the condom they'd put on him together, fingers bumping and slick with the lube; this is a condom they'd taken out of the huge box they'd bought a couple states back and made into water balloons that Pete had chucked at Gabe from the side of the stage.
It's massively, horribly surreal, and there's a second where Patrick thinks, I need to get away, and then Pete is resting his weight on his forearms and dropping his head to kiss Patrick wetly, catching the corner of his mouth, and he's saying, "Patrick?"
It's not the way Pete's dick moves inside him that makes his skin go hot and his spine go liquid for a moment, it's the slide of Pete's belly against his, it's Pete's arm against his side and Pete's mouth brushing his again. It's the way he'd said Patrick's name, like normal, like him being inside Patrick doesn't make anything different, doesn't change anything that them being Pete and Patrick can't fix.
"Okay," Patrick says, decision made and made again. He doesn't know exactly what to do to show Pete that it is okay, mostly okay now; his hips shift restlessly under the strange weight of Pete against them and he wonders if tightening his thighs is the way to go, or if he should spread them more. His hands skate against the slick skin of Pete's back, feeling the solid flex of muscle as Pete pushes into them, and he doesn't know if he should be touching like this, or curling his fingers in the sheets, or bracing his palms against the headboard. He suddenly can't remember what the last girl he'd slept with had done, what any girl had ever done; he wonders a little frantically if dudes want the dudes they' re fucking to do the same things as girls at all.
"It's totally possible this is the worst sex I've ever had," he says, frustrated, and he feels Pete grin against his neck, then Pete is shifting again, pulling one of Patrick's legs higher, angling his hips up.
"This'll be good," Pete promises, and he--
"Fuck," Patrick says, and Pete does it again, his body rolling against Patrick's more than thrusting, and it's like something just clicks in Patrick's heart and hips. The pressure suddenly goes from weird but okay to, just, awesome, and Pete's stomach provides smooth, sleek friction against his dick as Pete moves. Patrick can feel the intensity of Pete's focus on him even while Pete is nipping at his neck almost playfully, which is just so Pete that something in Patrick's brain chills out, says 'oh, it's you after all,' and it feels right.
"I thought you might like that," Pete says, smug like he'd invented this just so Patrick could feel it.
Patrick has to laugh, breathless, almost soundless, but oh fuck, that feels amazing too. "Shut up, you jerk," he says, and then he moans because he's got it, he's figuring out the rhythm; he catches it and gives it back to Pete with a hip roll of his own. Pete moans too, panting hot against Patrick's neck, and then against his cheek.
"You know you love it," Pete says, voice low and broken in a way Patrick's never heard before. He shifts to get a hand around Patrick's cock, jerking him hard and rough even while they're moving together so smoothly.
Patrick gasps, then curls his hand in Pete's hair, feeling it soft against his fingers, against his cheek. He says, "Yeah, yeah, I do," and tilts Pete's head, kisses Pete like he doesn't ever plan to stop. He comes like that, with Pete smiling against his mouth and it's the best sex, it's the best moment of his entire life.
misspamela asked for 300 words of Patrick/Pete smut, and she's getting--this. *G* First time fic, 700 words, adult.We're the places that we wanted to go.
"Oh," Patrick says, when Pete's all the way in. "That's."
"Kind of," Pete says, agreeing. "You okay?"
Patrick isn't, really. It doesn't hurt like he'd thought it might, but it feels weird, and it's freaking him out a little.
He can't seem to turn his brain off, either. He keeps thinking: this is Pete, inside him. This is Pete's dick that's been flashed all over the internet and the subject of a hundred interviews and Patrick knows it best from years spent trying not to look at it. Pete is wearing the condom they'd put on him together, fingers bumping and slick with the lube; this is a condom they'd taken out of the huge box they'd bought a couple states back and made into water balloons that Pete had chucked at Gabe from the side of the stage.
It's massively, horribly surreal, and there's a second where Patrick thinks, I need to get away, and then Pete is resting his weight on his forearms and dropping his head to kiss Patrick wetly, catching the corner of his mouth, and he's saying, "Patrick?"
It's not the way Pete's dick moves inside him that makes his skin go hot and his spine go liquid for a moment, it's the slide of Pete's belly against his, it's Pete's arm against his side and Pete's mouth brushing his again. It's the way he'd said Patrick's name, like normal, like him being inside Patrick doesn't make anything different, doesn't change anything that them being Pete and Patrick can't fix.
"Okay," Patrick says, decision made and made again. He doesn't know exactly what to do to show Pete that it is okay, mostly okay now; his hips shift restlessly under the strange weight of Pete against them and he wonders if tightening his thighs is the way to go, or if he should spread them more. His hands skate against the slick skin of Pete's back, feeling the solid flex of muscle as Pete pushes into them, and he doesn't know if he should be touching like this, or curling his fingers in the sheets, or bracing his palms against the headboard. He suddenly can't remember what the last girl he'd slept with had done, what any girl had ever done; he wonders a little frantically if dudes want the dudes they' re fucking to do the same things as girls at all.
"It's totally possible this is the worst sex I've ever had," he says, frustrated, and he feels Pete grin against his neck, then Pete is shifting again, pulling one of Patrick's legs higher, angling his hips up.
"This'll be good," Pete promises, and he--
"Fuck," Patrick says, and Pete does it again, his body rolling against Patrick's more than thrusting, and it's like something just clicks in Patrick's heart and hips. The pressure suddenly goes from weird but okay to, just, awesome, and Pete's stomach provides smooth, sleek friction against his dick as Pete moves. Patrick can feel the intensity of Pete's focus on him even while Pete is nipping at his neck almost playfully, which is just so Pete that something in Patrick's brain chills out, says 'oh, it's you after all,' and it feels right.
"I thought you might like that," Pete says, smug like he'd invented this just so Patrick could feel it.
Patrick has to laugh, breathless, almost soundless, but oh fuck, that feels amazing too. "Shut up, you jerk," he says, and then he moans because he's got it, he's figuring out the rhythm; he catches it and gives it back to Pete with a hip roll of his own. Pete moans too, panting hot against Patrick's neck, and then against his cheek.
"You know you love it," Pete says, voice low and broken in a way Patrick's never heard before. He shifts to get a hand around Patrick's cock, jerking him hard and rough even while they're moving together so smoothly.
Patrick gasps, then curls his hand in Pete's hair, feeling it soft against his fingers, against his cheek. He says, "Yeah, yeah, I do," and tilts Pete's head, kisses Pete like he doesn't ever plan to stop. He comes like that, with Pete smiling against his mouth and it's the best sex, it's the best moment of his entire life.
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Anyway, glad you liked it! :) Thank you!
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This is just... Yes.
So them and so fantastic.
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I'm so glad you liked it. Thank you VERY much!
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Any recs? Heh.
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My favorite way to find fic I may have missed/get a good idea of quality is to go to Del.icio.us and search for Pete/Patrick--there's a lot of great stuff. And youtube is bandom's best friend, there's TONS of good footage. ;-)
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And balloons, and maybe the perfect frosting on a really messy, delicious, homemade-from-scratch cupcake.
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gasp
"This'll be good," Pete promises, and he--
"Fuck," Patrick says***
***"I thought you might like that," Pete says, smug like he'd invented this just so Patrick could feel it.
Patrick has to laugh, breathless, almost soundless, but oh fuck, that feels amazing too.***
*is breathless*
YES. Finally, Pete decided to use his mind powers to beam THE TRUTH directly into a fangirls' head and apparently he chose giddygeek. Thank you Pete, for sharing your and Patrick's gay love for all to see. (and giddygeek, obviously)
I love you like burning.Burning.