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Patrick was frustrated, there was no other way to put it. And unfortunately for everyone around him, a frustrated Patrick was a very unpleasant Patrick. He got snappy and even more short-tempered than normal. Of course, Pete didn’t go any easier on him when he was like that which only made things worse. The last straw was him shoving Pete away from him on stage when he tried to cuddle up close. People were already talking about it and Pete knew fans would be speculating that something was wrong between them, and that would just make everything worse for everyone involved.
It was easy enough to convince Andy and Joe to go looking for food, both taking any excuse to not have to be around Patrick for a little bit. But Pete followed close behind him all the way to the bus. He had a plan and he was going to stick to it until Patrick felt better or he got punched in the face, whichever came first. He didn’t let Patrick get very far onto the bus before he was shoving him down onto the couch and smiling at Patrick’s disgruntled little noise.
“What the fuck, you asshole? Patrick snapped out and Pete wanted to be annoyed at the attitude, but he reminded himself that this was why he needed to do this. Pete didn’t reply, just dropped to his knees in front of him and reached for the button of his jeans. Patrick was faster, hands grabbing onto Pete’s. “Whoa, hey. Slow down for a second, Pete. What are you doing?” There was less bite and more confusion in his voice now, but he didn’t try to shove Pete away. Despite everything, he trusted Pete more than anyone-even if it got him into trouble sometimes.
“You’ve been so pent up lately and I know that’s part of what’s been irritating you so much,” Pete said in the most matter of fact tone he could manage. He honestly thought he’d have to argue more, but Patrick released his hands and didn’t fight him as he unbuttoned his jeans. Pete wiggled the jeans down Patrick’s hips, making sure to take his boxers with them. “I think this will make you feel better,” His tone was quieter now, reaching out to wrap a hand around Patrick’s soft cock.
“This is so weird,” Patrick said, clearly still not believing this was actually happening to him. It didn’t feel real enough to actually be taking place. Maybe he was having a stress dream or something. But it felt pretty real when Pete began rubbing along his cock, trying to get him hard. His cock twitched in interest and he almost blushed. “I’m not gay,” He blurted out and Pete looked up at him.
“Hey, it’s okay! I’m not either. I’m just relieving some tension,” Pete murmured before grinning, stroking Patrick a bit firmer. “Some tension in your cock,” He laughed and it earned him a harsh slap to the back of the head. Despite this, Patrick had completely hardened in his hand by now and Pete held back a joke about how quickly Patrick had gotten hard.
“Just blow me,” Patrick huffed out and Pete was certain he was the only person in the world who could have that tone when he was about to be sucked off. So bossy and bratty and demanding. Pete rolled his eyes, but didn’t keep teasing him. He licked the head of his cock, experimentally tasting it. It didn’t taste as much as he thought it would, mostly just tasting like skin and sweat. Patrick tended to sweat a lot everywhere else when he performed, so Pete wasn’t too surprised.
“Oh, God. That’s good,” Patrick breathed out when Pete took the tip completely in his mouth, leaning his head against the back of the couch. It felt too weird to look at Pete while he was doing this. He couldn’t tell if Pete was good at this or if he was just so pent up that it felt really good. It felt awkward to ask Pete if he’d ever sucked dick before, so he chose to just appreciate it. Pete licked at the slit of Patrick’s cock, curious about the vaguely sweet taste of precum gathering there.
Patrick wanted to just fuck Pete’s face at that point. He was so worked up and Pete had barely even started, it made him want to take control. But he forced himself to behave, gripping his own thighs instead of reaching for Pete. Pete loved his hair and Patrick couldn’t imagine he’d appreciate it being messed up. He was actually quite proud of himself for keeping his hands to himself. Luckily, Pete seemed to know what he needed without having to be told.
Pete slipped down further and took more of Patrick’s cock into his mouth, experimenting with different actions. He bobbed his head a bit and swirled his tongue around the crown of Patrick’s cock, seeing what got the most positive responses. He might’ve been completely new to this, but he was a fast learner at the very least. Once he picked up on what Patrick liked, he focused on doing that. He ended up settling into a good rhythm of taking as much of Patrick as he could, which admittedly wasn’t a lot, and sucking a bit harder once he got back up to the head.
It was noisy and obscene, and Patrick knew his face was bright red. He knew nobody would catch them like this, but he couldn’t keep a small part of him from worrying that someone would. The noises Pete was making sounded like it was from some cheesy porn video where each action and sound was manufactured. But this wasn’t fake, it was just Pete. And of course, Pete naturally made things sound like an overexaggerated porn. That was just the type of person he was.
“Oh, God. I’m close,” Patrick managed to get his words out coherently, his hand drifting to the back of Pete’s head without him even realizing. He wasn’t meaning to control the movements, but he was getting so close, he felt desperate to get off. His hand pushed at the back of Pete’s head which was fine until Pete gagged around him. “Sorry. I’m sorry,” Patrick was guilty about how good it felt as Pete’s throat constricted, but he immediately removed his hand and let Pete take full control back.
Luckily, Pete didn’t seem too bothered by it. He took it all in stride and kept going, continuing to suck at Patrick’s skin. All he could think about was how close Patrick seemed to be, wanting to get him off soon. His jaw was beginning to ache anyway, unused to the feeling of having someone’s cock in his mouth. Patrick moaned quietly as Pete seemed to double his efforts, moving quicker and sucking a bit harder.
“Let go. I’m gonna come,” Patrick’s voice was shaky and panicked. His hands tried to push Pete off, but the older man just swatted him away and didn’t move back in the slightest. Patrick was a bit mortified, worried he was going to finish in Pete’s mouth when he didn’t want it. He couldn’t handle the embarrassment of doing that. But when he finally came with a shuddering breath, Pete didn’t seem put off or trying to move away at all.
Instead, Pete simply swallowed the best he could around him. Having come in his mouth was definitely weird for Pete and a bit surprising. He knew Patrick was going to come, but the feeling of it wasn’t comparable to anything he’d experienced before. The taste and texture was terrible, indescribable even if he tried. But it wasn’t too difficult to swallow and ignore the aftertaste sticking to the back of his tongue. He reminded himself this was for Patrick.
He sucked Patrick through it, doing everything he himself liked during a blowjob. Once Patrick started squirming, he pulled away from him. They sat there together for a few moments, both trying to catch their breath. Patrick started to get himself together, putting his cock away and beginning to redo his jeans. Pete shifted a bit and raised up once it was clear Patrick was done.
“That was so gross,” Pete pointed out as he climbed off of his knees, sitting himself down next to Patrick on the couch. The face he was making was one Patrick never wanted to see after someone blew him. His nose was scrunched up and he was visibly disgusted, and that was fair. Patrick couldn’t imagine he’d enjoy the taste of come either, but he also couldn’t imagine volunteering to blow someone.
“Don’t blame me! You’re the weirdo that wanted to suck me off,” Patrick shot back easily, but there was no real bite in his words now. He was back to his usual self, sarcastic and argumentative with Pete, but not genuinely upset or malicious. Pete grinned at that, happy to see his plan worked and that Patrick seemed to be feeling less wired now.
“Hey. I was just helping out a friend,” Pete snuggled closer to Patrick as Patrick finished buttoning his jeans and zipping them up. He rested his head against Patrick’s shoulder like always and closed his eyes. Pete didn’t think he’d ever do this for any other friend, but Patrick was his best friend and that made him a totally different story. There was very little Pete wouldn’t do for him.