HEYY im new here in the smut community >.< call meh Kai
im hypersexual, and i cope with writing smut, I project onto Pete wentz and Patrick stump from fall out boy ^_^
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It was dark outside as the band made their way into the hotel to get checked in for the night. They split up, two to a room: Andy and Joe to one, and Patrick and Pete to the other. "Thanks, have a nice night!" Patrick waved back to the lady at the front desk who handed them their room keys. Joe and Andy traversed to the opposite end of the hallway and Andy called out, "See you guys in the morning!" Pete nodded back to the two and headed for room 105.
Pete and Patrick made their way inside the room and Patrick immediately flopped down on the bed. "I'm so exhausted. Head hurts," he said, rubbing at his temple. Pete propped his suitcase against the wall and began unzipping his jacket, revealing his bare tattooed chest. "Me too," Pete said, laying down on the bed beside Patrick. Patrick fought the urge to stare at Pete's smooth chest as he inched closer to the taller man. Pete noticed Patrick ogling at his bare chest and chuckled, catching him off guard. "It's okay, you can look. It's not like you've never seen another man shirtless before." Patrick's face turned bright red as he shifted his eyes over to Pete's neck tattoo, slowly directing his vision down to his clandestine tattoo, positioned right above his groin. Pete grabbed Patrick's chin, which forced him to look in his eyes when he said, "My eyes are up here, Patrick." This remark made Patrick's face two shades brighter and his skinny jeans tighter around his crotch. He inched closer to Pete, taking in his scent, but Pete went straight for the kill. He threaded his hands through Patrick's hair and sunk into his lips. The kiss was slow at first, but got faster after Pete slipped his tongue in, earning a groan from Patrick. The noise went straight to Pete's dick, causing him to buck his hips slightly forward. Patrick pulled away from the kiss for a split second, their mouths still connected by a string of saliva. His face was still beet red, which made Pete grin.
Pete adjusted himself so that he was nearly straddling Patrick, hovering right above his crotch. The close proximity between them made Pete a little bit nervous. "Patrick.. you should- you should take your shirt off." Patrick froze in a moment of panic, but obliged when Pete gave a reassuring grin. He tossed the shirt off the bed onto the ground. He'd pick it up later, but right now he had bigger plans. "God, you're beautiful," Pete said as he admired Patrick's bare chest. Patrick took the initiative to continue their kiss, intertwining their tongues as their mouths crashed into each other in a fevered manner. As they continued to make out, Pate began unbuttoning his pants to palm himself through his boxers. He could feel his erection grow each time Patrick swirled his tongue around in his mouth, but he couldn't wait any longer. He shimmied his pants off as much as he could to free his erection from his pants. He began stroking his length quickly, timing the pace with his rough kisses. When Patrick felt Pete's weight shift above him, he broke away the kiss and looked down at Pete's hand, moving up and down.
"Oh fuck," Patrick said, his dick twitching in his jeans. He had to get them off now. "Take my pants off Pete, Please," Patrick said, his voice hitching. He felt like this was so wrong, but he needed it so bad. He'd been secretly yearning for Pete for years, but never officially labeled himself as gay or even admitted that he was anything other than straight. Patrick's face still burned from embarrassment, both from being straddled by this handsome man, and the fact that he just asked said handsome man to take his pants off. "Are you sure?" Pete asked, noticing the embarrassed look on Patrick's face. Patrick took a minute to think, but quickly decided that he really wanted this. Pete released his grip from himself to promptly remove Patrick's belt and pants, revealing his blue striped boxers. Pete moved back to admire Patrick for a moment before saying, "Have you ever done this before? Like, with a guy?" The question caught Patrick off guard, but he quickly shook his head in embarrassment. To tell the truth, he hasn't had sex with anyone before; the farthest he's gone had been making out with a random girl in college. But, he's watched plenty of porn, so he pretty much gets the gist. "It's okay," Pete responded, "I'll make you feel good." The comment made Patrick's erection twitch in his boxers. Pete reached down to free Patrick's length from his underwear, and moved his thumb over his slit. Patrick's hips jolted forward, bringing him closer to Pete. The black haired man continued jacking off Patrick, and with his free hand, jacked himself off at the same pace. The noises that escaped out of Patrick were loud and high pitched, nothing like what you’d expect to hear out of him. “Do you like that?” Pete asked, him in between pants.