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“Are you kidding me, dude?!” Patrick threw his hands up belligerently. “We’re just as in the band as you are, asshole.” he huffed, gesturing to Joe as he did so. Pete grinned his signature grin, throwing an arm around Patrick and ruffling his hair. “Aw, we all know you are, Trick.” He didn’t get to continue before Patrick threw an elbow into Pete’s side, coaxing a strangled laugh out of the older man.
“Sorry, guys. We just gotta deal with this venue for a bit.” Andy looked apologetically between the younger two of the band.
“Yeah, the asshole owner is trying to skimp out on finishing paying us.” Pete added, as if they hadn’t heard him ranting to Andy 15 minutes ago. It had been a shock that Andy was even able to calm him down enough for them to go talk like rational adults.
“Why can’t we come then?” Joe asked, leaning against the side of the van and rubbing the toe of his sneaker against the dirt of the curb idly.
“Because we were only allowed to have you guys there for the show because we had a deal with the bar. Now it’s back to being a 21 plus kind of affair.” Andy explained, shooting them another apologetic glance. “Just stay in the van for a bit. We’ll drive to the next city tonight so you guys can sleep to make it up to you.” He added while Pete let out a soft “dude!” And shot him a glance that clearly meant he didn’t agree to these terms.
“Fine. Go.” Patrick grumbled, leaning next to Joe with a huff as Andy passed them the keys, giving them a small wave as they made their way back inside.
“I hate when they treat us like kids.” Patrick bemoaned as they clamored back into the van, flopping against a sleeping bag with a small ‘oof’. “Like, we’re 19, and we’re just as capable of doing a shake down as they are.” Joe shrugged as he moved to sit across from Patrick. “I guess. I’m glad to not be the one to deal with things getting ugly. Pete screaming at some dude when I’m already exhausted feels like a nightmare to me.”
“At least he won’t be fucking with me.” Patrick agreed. “I mean, he teases me all the time. He’s starting to piss me off with it.”
“We’re only on stop four,” Joe began, “And you’ve already choked him against the van. At least you can hold your own against him. Besides, he’s just trying to show you that he likes you in his own weird, Pete kinda way.” Patrick rolled his eyes. “Excuse me for not considering him sticking his fingers in my mouth and pissing on my stuff to be a showing of affection.” He groaned and tilted his head back and resting it against the unfinished wall of metal behind him. “I hate when he makes fun of me for shit. Like, calling me a virgin and stuff.” He admitted with another huff.
“I mean, are you?”
Patrick’s head snapped back up, a deep crimson blush burning his features. “Obviously not!” Him and Joe stared at each other for a few tense moments. “Kinda.” He confessed, averting his eyes, though he felt Joe’s gaze on him. “I don’t know. I’ve like, done hand stuff I guess. Nothing really past that.”
“Me neither.” Joe admitted gently, moving to sit next to Patrick. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to like. Embarrass you or anything dude.”
Patrick sighed. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to like, freak out. I just got embarrassed cause like.. everyone else in the band is all hot and experienced.”
“Not me.” Joe retorted.
“I didn’t know that until right now.” Patrick pointed out in response with a raised brow.
“What if we tried some new stuff uh. Together.”
“Dude. Isn’t that kinda..” Patrick didn’t finish his sentence, though a blush crept onto his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
“Does it really matter if no one else knows? It’s just practicing. No one wants to be like, bad at sex.”
Patrick thoughts for a moment, swallowing thickly. “I guess we can try some stuff..” he trailed off before turning his face to look back at Joe. “We don’t really get time alone often.”
Joe didn’t respond, his eyes transfixed on Patrick, glancing between his lips and back to his eyes. “Can I like, kiss you?”
Patrick swallowed, darting his tongue between his lips before nodding silently. Joe didn’t need much more incentive than that, turning and clumsily crashing their lips together. It was messy, mainly due to lack of practice on either of their parts, though they found a rhythm after a few minutes, angling their bodies towards each other. Patrick’s hands clung desperately to Joe’s shirt, moving to straddle the taller brunette. Joe’s hands wandered, running up and down Patrick’s sides before settling on his hips.
They pulled apart, breathing heavily for a moment. “Is this okay?” Joe questioned, rubbing small circles with his thumbs against the soft skin of Patrick’s hips. Patrick nodded breathlessly, leaning back in to connect their lips once more. Joe was more than happy to continue, though he was sure he’d regret as he felt himself straining against his jeans. He couldn’t help himself as he pulled Patrick’s hips forward against his, a groan brewing in his throat at the delicious friction.
Patrick let out a soft whine, rocking his hips to meet Joe’s before pulling away.
“What are we doing?” He breathed out, his eyes half lidded with pleasure. “Isn’t this- won’t this be weird for the band?”
Joe swallowed, licking his lips. “I mean, I don’t .. I’m not gonna make it weird if you won’t.”
Patrick nodded feverishly. “I won’t.” he assured quickly.
Joe nodded in response before dipping his head down to pepper kisses to Patrick’s neck, emitting a gasp out of him. “Is this good?” Joe murmured against Patrick’s skin. Patrick gasped out a “yes-“, his hands gripping Joe’s shirt so roughly you’d think they were fighting. Joe tentatively began to suck a mark onto the singer’s skin, causing Patrick to let out the most beautiful whine he’d ever heard in his life. He took that as more incentive, his grip on Patrick’s hips tightening as he continued to grind against him, moving one hand to press his palm squarely against Patrick’s bulge.
“Joe-“ Patrick whined, feeling a little pathetic, “I’m gonna cum if we keep doing this.” Embarrassment laced his voice, though Joe didn’t see why it should. They were doing this together, and he probably would too if they kept it up. “Can I fuck you?” Joe mumbled, breath hot against Patrick’s skin, making the smaller boy squirm. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the blooming redness on Patrick’s neck.
Patrick swallowed hard before answering. “Yeah..” Joe pulled away to look into Patrick’s eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Patrick nodded, sincerity shining in their eyes. “Awesome.” Joe grinned, leaning back in and pressing a kiss to Patrick’s lips that was surprisingly loving and sweet considering the circumstance. Patrick groaned. “Don’t say awesome when you fuck me.” He warned, shooting Joe a look, which just made Joe roll his eyes. “Do you know where Pete keeps his lube and shit?” Patrick was the one to roll his eyes this time. “As if he’d ever let me forget.”
“Nice. Can you go get lube and a condom? We’re gonna need like.. a lot of lube.”
“How do you know?” Patrick asked as he moved to ruffle through a gym bag of Pete’s clothes.
“I mean.. who hasn’t watched stuff right?”
Patrick raised a brow at that, though he knew he wasn’t in any position to judge.
He crawled back over to Joe, handing the supplies off to him as he felt his heart race. He was really going to lose his virginity tonight. To Joe, of all people. He had to admit, Joe had been the subject of a few late night fantasies, but this was real. This wasn’t just some subconscious reaction to what he had chalked up to frustration and being forced too close together.
“You have to take off your clothes.” Joe interrupted Patrick’s thoughts.
“That’s not fair. Why don’t you do it first?”
Joe shrugged, pulling his shirt off, before looking down at his belt and struggling with the shitty buckle. There was a downside to thrifting, it seemed. He glanced back up through lashes as he got it unbuckled. “You have to, too.” He pointed out as Patrick stared, his mouth feeling way too dry as he let his eyes pour over Joe’s physique and feeling way too self conscious in comparison.
“Promise you won’t like. Make fun of me?” Joe quickly looked back up. “Dude, never.” He moved to press a wet kiss to Patrick’s cheek, surprisingly earnest. Patrick swallowed before he pulled his shirt off, knocking his hat off in the process before quickly putting it back on.
“Can I keep the hat at least?”
Joe shrugged. “I don’t think there’s a rule that says you can’t.”
Patrick nodded again, trying to steady his breath as he shimmied out of his jeans to match his bandmate. “You look good, Patrick.” Joe practically ogled Patrick as he let his gaze slowly fall down Patrick’s form.
Patrick had never felt so hot in his life, flushed and most certainly the reddest he’d ever been.
“Come here.” Joe grinned, biting his lip as Patrick approached before crashing their lips together, one hand wrapping around his waist and the other lowering to fondle the other boy.
Patrick let out a low, throaty whine at that, pulling them apart.
“I wanna keep going.” He breathed out, his eyes wide and blown with lust.
Joe nodded pulling down his boxers and freeing his cock. Patrick couldn’t help but stare, feeling absolutely dirty as he felt his mouth water a bit. Joe’s size was nothing to scoff at, long and cut. Patrick blinked back to reality after a few seconds before going to slide down his own boxer briefs.He felt so vulnerable, crossing his arms over his chest before Joe once again pressed their bodies together, pressing more kisses to Patrick’s neck.
“So gorgeous.” He groaned against his skin, his cock twitching with interest against Patrick’s thighs. “Fuck, you’re so hot..” Patrick felt precum leaking against him, gasping softly.
“Can we keep going?” Patrick whimpered, his arms moving to hook under Joe’s arms and cling to him. “Definitely.” Joe murmured, pulling a few inches away. “I need you to like, get on your hands and knees.” Joe glanced around. “We can do it on my blanket if you want.”
Patrick nodded, almost wincing at the thought of how they were doing this in the middle of nowhere, USA instead of at home in an actual bed.
Patrick did as he was told, spreading his knees and leaning down onto his elbows and feeling unbelievably filthy in the process. “So hot.” Joe groaned, his cock straining at the lack of attention as he grabbed the lube, generously coating his fingers. “It’s gonna get kinda uncomfortable before it feels good.” He warned, pressing a questioning finger to the tight ring of muscle.
Patrick pulled his hat down over his face as Joe fully sunk a finger in. “This is so weird.” He mumbled, his face red.
“And hot.” Joe added. “How is it?” Patrick wasn’t sure so far. “Weird. Doesn’t hurt though.”
Joe nodded, though with the way Patrick was positioned it wasn’t like he would know. “Can I try more?”
Patrick bit his lip before calling out a small “yes.” Joe cautiously pressed another in, making Patrick arch his back at the sensation. It took them a minute or two to fully adjust before Joe started to scissor his fingers, making Patrick whine as Joe’s long fingers brushed against his prostate as he thrust a bit deeper.
“Joe, come on-“ Patrick moaned, and god if Joe didn’t think he was leaking precum onto the floor of the van already he definitely was now, the sweet sound of Patrick moaning his name going straight to his cock. “I don’t wanna hurt you.” Joe apologized, trying to keep his voice even, though Patrick could tell he wanted more as well. “We don’t have a lot of time, come on-“ Patrick was practically begging as Joe continued to finger him open.
“Alright, alright, hold on-“ Joe quickly pulled out and Patrick almost whined at the lack of contact as Joe tried to feverishly put on the condom and lube himself up.
Joe lined himself up with Patrick, the head of his cock pressing against the smaller boy’s hole.
“I’m gonna push in.” Joe warned, pushing the tip in and nothing more.
Patrick groaned at it, the burn hurting more than two fingers had, though he knew he was the one who pushed for more. “Let me adjust.” He whimpered softly, bracing himself against the back of the driver seat. He thanked god it was dark and no one would be able to see them from outside. Hell, they could barely see each other besides from the dim, distant light of the bar.
“I was planning on it.” Joe hummed, trying not to stare or else he knew he’d cum just from the visual which would be way too embarrassing, even for them.
After a few moments Patrick let out a shaky breath. “You can do more.”
Joe did as he was told, slowly sinking in until he was fully flush against Patrick’s ass.
“Holy fuck, dude,” Joe groaned, warm tightness enveloping him in a way that jerking off did nothing to prepare for. “You’re so fucking tight.” He leaned over top of Patrick, planting his hand next to where Patrick braced himself and supporting his weight. Patrick tried to catch shaky breathes as he fully took in the sensation, feeling so full in a way he never had, combined with a dull pain.
“Can I move?” Joe was clearly getting a little impatient, getting the better deal out of the two of them for now. “Yeah.” Patrick stuttered out, biting his lip so hard he was sure he’d draw blood.
Joe slowly pulled out before snapping his hips back to meet Patrick’s again, making Patrick’s gasp turn into a strangled moan. Joe was pretty sure that the sounds coming from the boy under him were better than any porn he’d ever seen. He tried to find his pacing, thrusting as rhythmically as he could, trying hard to not cum immediately.
Patrick’s hands gripped against the back of the seat, small gasps falling out of his mouth. He wasn’t expecting this to feel so, /so/ fucking good, though he definitely wasn’t complaining. He couldn’t help it as he let himself let go, letting out strings of moans louder than he probably should be considering. “Fuck, Joe-“ his voice was strangled, whiny and desperate in a way Joe couldn’t get enough of.
“You’re so fucking hot, oh fuck,” Joe’s hips stuttered in his pacing as he approached his tipping point, tilting his hips to change the angle slightly. Patrick cried out at this, Joe’s cock brushing his prostate. “Fuck, Joe, joe, joe-“ he repeated, mewling his name like it was a mantra to keep.
“Im gonna cum, Patrick-“ joe warned, digging his free hand into Patrick’s hips and slamming into him fervently.
“Please, more-“ Patrick was practically pleading, making Joe groan out as he spilled into the condom, his rhythm gone as he messily thrust into the smaller boy. After a few more brushes to his prostate, Patrick cried out, spilling onto Joe’s blanket, a few tears rolling from the slight overstimulation.
After a few moments, the van silent besides the heavy breathing, joe pulled out, tying the condom off and hiding it in an old fast food bag.
“Sorry.” Patrick mumbled as he shakily sat back onto his heels.
“For what, exactly?”
“I came on your blanket.” Patrick noted blearily, eyes drooping sleepily. “I told you to put it there.” Joe pointed out. “We need to get un-naked.. like. Quick.” Joe added, tossing a shirt on, from the pile of their clothes. Patrick groaned, clearly tired, but listened to Joe and followed in redressing. They used a wet wipe to try and wipe up some of Patrick’s cum before flipping Joe’s blanket and putting Patrick’s on top, lying back and catching their breaths.
“Did you mean it?” Patrick asked softly, staring at the ceiling.
“Mean what?”
“You kept saying all these nice things about me.” Joe sat up, leaning onto his elbows. “Of course, dude.” He said softly. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I’m.. I don’t know. You’re you.. I’m just me.” Patrick mumbled, as if saying it out loud was too much.
“Patrick. Dude.” Joe looked over at him, eyes soft. “You’re like, the best person I know. I wanna do everything with you. You’re great, I promise.”
“What does all of this mean for us?” Patrick sighed, pressing his palms to his eyes with a groan.
“I mean.. we can take it as slow as you want but uh. I don’t know. Boyfriends would be cool. If that’s something you want..” Joe trailed off a bit, his voice quiet.
“You’re ok with that? Even if people think you’re..” his voice was small. “Gay?”
Joe shrugged. “I don’t know. It isn’t their business. I like girls. I like you too though.”
Patrick nodded softly. “Boyfriends.” He repeated to himself.
A clink came as the back doors to the van were swung open.
“Guess who got our 200 dollars!?” Pete cried out excitedly. Andy laughed quietly at him before they both paused.
“Keep the van safe?” Andy examined the duo in front of them, his eyes dipping lower to Patrick’s neck before flickering back up. “Being safe is.. important.” He added, pressing his lips together tightly before giving Pete a knowing look.
“It smells like sex in here.” Pete noted as Andy moved to the side to get into the drivers seat. he examined their faces before his eyes widened. “Wait, did- aw, dude, I miss all the fun shit!” Pete groaned, making Joe laugh and earning a punch to the arm from Patrick.
Yeah. Things weren’t gonna be too weird. Not weirder than normal, at least.