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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Scott_McCall, Peter_Hale/Scott_McCall, Derek_Hale/Peter_Hale/
      Scot_McCall
  Character:
      Derek_Hale_(Unnamed), Scott_McCall, Peter_Hale_(as_a_"dog")
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Rape, Underage_-_Freeform, Full_shift_werewolves_(Implied),
      Stuck_in_full_shift_(implied), Incest, Knotting, Anal_Fingering, Anal
      Sex, Butt_Plugs, Non_concensual, Incest_(Consent_implied), Alpha_Derek,
      Beta_Peter_Hale, Omega_Scott_McCall_(abo-dynamics), Non_werewolf_Scott
      McCall, Come_Eating, Pretending_lube_is_medicine, idk_how_to_tag
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-01 Words: 4832
****** Growing up ******
by thingsiwontadmittohavewritten
Summary
     In which Scott lives in a big house in the forest with his Daddy and
     their dog, Peter. And Scott might be deadly ill, but Daddy says
     everything will be fine
     OR
     The one where Derek may (or may not) be Scott's Daddy and Peter is a
     dog (or a werewolf stuck in wolf form) and they eventually take turns
     to fuck Scott
Notes
     End notes could be viewed as spoilery
     In case you missed the tags: UNDERAGE and RAPE (I realize that none
     of the characters in the fic thinks this, but it's still the case)
     Consensual incest is in relation to Derek/Peter. Beastiality is in
     relation to Peter, who Scott thinks is a dog.
     If you find I missed any tags please let me know, as well as if you
     got constructive critism.
     Don't own, don't sue, no disrespect meant
See the end of the work for more notes
As long as Scott can remember he has lived in this big house in the middle of
the forest with his Daddy and their enormous dog, Peter. He can’t remember
anything else, though sometimes Daddy will tell him of the crowded space they
had in the city when Scott was little, where people were in and out the door at
all times, yelling and fighting and how it had made Scott cry and Daddy sad
until they moved out here, with nothing but trees and air and whatever animals
inhabit a place like this.
Scott doesn’t know, he’s not allowed to leave the house, has never been further
than the front porch, and even all these years later he can still remember the
pain from when Daddy had slapped him so hard his nose started bleeding and his
eye swelled until he couldn’t look out of it anymore.
But when Daddy’s in a good mood he’ll tell Scott stories of the outside,
teaching him how to survive in the forest, which plants are edible and which to
avoid, reading him books and drawing shelters for him, until Scott’s sure he
could manage himself out there if need be.
On Scott’s eighth birthday his best gift is the promise that one day soon Daddy
will take him outside and then they’ll apply all these things Scott has
learned. Not yet though, Daddy tells him earnestly, but in a few years you’ll
be big and old enough and we’ll spend the full moon camping in the woods. The
promise has Scott bouncing with excitement for weeks, usually Daddy locks him
in his room on full moons before leaving the house with Peter and more than
once has Scott cried himself to sleep being lonely and scared with the weird
howls coming from the forest that he doesn’t usually hear. This time though he
sleeps like a baby and if there’s any strange noises near his window he doesn’t
notice.

One day Scott’s crawling on the floor pretending to be a dog like Peter, when
suddenly the dog starts sniffing his butt and pawing at him, as if it wants
something. Because it tickles Scott starts to giggle while trying to push the
dog away from him, but Peter simply continues, slowly pushing him across the
floor, and then suddenly Daddy’s there and there must be something with the
light, because it seems as if his eyes flash red, before he orders the dog to
leave. Peter does so, tail tugged between his legs almost crawling on his belly
past Daddy into the kitchen, he’s the perfect picture of misery and Scott can’t
help the giggle that escapes him. Of course that makes Daddy look at him – eyes
back to normal now – and then he grips Scott’s jaw in his strong hands face
serious and the same tone of voice he just used with Peter:
“You don’t do that, ever, unless I tell you to. Understood?”
Scott can feel the tears pooling in his eyes, knows he has somehow disappointed
Daddy so he nods, head hanging in shame even if he doesn’t know what he did or
why he should be ashamed. He can feel Daddy’s eyes on him, and then suddenly a
gentle thumb is stroking the tears of his face, and Daddy’s kneeling in front
of him.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart,” and now Daddy’s voice is gentle,
soothing even, but Scott can’t help the tears that keep spilling, making it
hard to breathe and clogging up his nose. Then Daddy wraps his arms around
Scott, rocking the boy while his hands stroke gently up and down on Scott’s
back in a soothing manner, just letting Scott get it all out until his eyes dry
and he only hiccups a little. That’s when Daddy grabs his chin and makes him
look up, Daddy’s eyes crinkling in a smile reassuring Scott that he’s not
angry, before he leans forward and kisses Scott’s forehead.
“I didn’t mean to yell at you, sweetheart, I just don’t want you to play with
Peter like that before you’re a little older. Do you understand that?”
To which Scott can only nod, even if he doesn’t really understand what Daddy
means but not willing to risk making him angry again. At his nod Daddy smiles
like he only does when Scott is good and then he stands lifting Scott before
putting him on the couch.
“I think it’s time for a treat, don’t you sweetheart?”
And Scott doesn’t answer, just opens his mouth in anticipation of the lollipop
being placed on his tongue.

Nothing different happens the next few years, except for the fact that often
Scott has to suffice with his own company. He’s still not allowed outside and
now Daddy’s doing something with one of the rooms upstairs that Scott’s not
allowed to see either, so mostly he’s confined to the ground floor and only let
upstairs when he has to sleep. On full moons Daddy starts to stay indoors with
him though Peter is left outside howling and Scott is under strict orders to
tell Daddy if anything happens or scares him.
Eventually Scott’s allowed back upstairs during the day again, and Daddy has
more time to play with him and read to him. All three of them usually curl up
on the couch, Scott with his lollipop, Peter a comforting warmth at his back
and Daddy’s voice taking him to faraway places that aren’t real. Sometimes he
gets so caught up in the story that he forgets the treat in his mouth and he
clamps his teeth around it. Daddy doesn’t yell at him but it’s days without
reading and lollipops. Even Peter avoids him after such incidents, so Scott
learns that it’s always bad form to chew on a lollipop and everything goes back
to normal.

It’s the middle of the night sometime late winter when Scott wakes sweaty and
achy tangled in his sheet though the covers are long kicked to the floor.
Sweat’s leaking from every pore on his body, cooling in the chill air of his
room and yet he feels as if he’s running a fever. He toss and turn for a while
but is unable to find a position to sleep in that is even remotely comfortable
and eventually he stumbles from his bed, intending to get a glass of water
before trying to sleep again.
When he opens the door he can see the light on in Daddy’s room and he’s
overwhelmed with a sudden urge to be wrapped in his safe embrace. All thoughts
of water and discomfort forgotten he makes his way across the hall and then
he’s standing at the foot end of his Daddy’s bed, the man reading a smile
tugging at his lips as if the book is funny, Peter laying on the floor next to
him tongue lolling as if he’s been running, though Scott knows for a fact that
Peter hasn’t moved from that spot since before Scott himself went to bed, but
none of that matter as he’s willing his Daddy to look at him, and when he does
Scott once again thinks Daddy’s eye are red, but then they look like they
always do as Daddy places the book on the night stand and rises from the bed.
“What are you doing up so late, sweetheart,” he asks, and Scott almost can’t
answer, voice caught in his throat as he for the first time ever sees his Daddy
entirely naked, but he manages to croak out
“Hot. Sick.” The last coming out sounding more like a question though, and then
Daddy smiles at him like he for some reason is so proud of Scott, and Scott
wants something, but he doesn’t know what, so he’s just standing there until
Daddy’s pointing at a door Scott’s never seen before beckoning him to go
through it. The light doesn’t reach past the threshold and the room’s pitch
black, but then Daddy’s behind him, guiding him forward and where Daddy’s hands
are resting it feels as if Scott’s skin burns even hotter than before,
electricity buzzing beneath it nudging him closer to something, anything. And
then his shins hits something and it stings, but Daddy’s rubbing his back,
whispering gentle nothings in his ear and it’s nothing but a distant memory as
Scott’s placed with his torso across some sort of furniture, strong enough to
support his weight, yet oddly soft. There’s something cold against his ankles
and a loud ‘snap’ as something closes around them and Scott can’t help the jerk
his body makes. He’s stopped by a large hand against his neck squeezing gently
and Daddy’s soothing voice.
“It’s okay sweetheart. I just have to check if anything’s wrong, and you have
to stay still for that. This is just to make everything easier.” And then his
hand’s gone and the same cold and ‘snap’ is against Scott’s wrists. He can
still move but his range is severely limited and he almost panics, but then
Daddy’s in front of him large hands combing through his hair, stubble against
his cheek, the quiet hum of an unknown lullaby rumbling out his throat and
Scott can feel himself relax, and as fast as before Daddy is behind him, judged
by the air on his cheeks Scott thinks he’s kneeling back there and then large
hands are on his cheeks, gently pulling them apart and there’s a loud keening
noise that Scott suddenly realizes comes from his own throat. It feels as if
he’s on fire and as if his asshole is the point of origin and he still wants so
badly, even if he doesn’t know what he has a gut feeling it has something to do
with the way Daddy’s breath is ghosting over the normally hidden pucker, the
way Daddy’s thumbs are caressing the tender skin there, but he can’t say
anything and he still feels too hot and a little sick, hoping something happens
soon.
Which is when he hears the telltale sound of claws against the floor, and then
something cold is pressed right there where he burns the hottest, before
violently ripped away and there’s a dull ‘thud’ there Peter hits the wall, but
the dog’s up within seconds baring its teeth at Daddy, but then, without
warning, the dog sinks down on its stomach looking for all intents and purposes
like a scolded puppy, but its eyes never leaves Scott’s form – even if Scott
doubts Peter can see anything in the darkness – and then there’s pressure in a
way Scott has never experienced before, and it feels alien so he whimpers,
trying to convey his discomfort without saying anything, but Daddy simply
shushes him and the pressure increases before Scott’s body decides to relax and
open up to welcome whatever it might be. As it starts pumping in and out of
him, Scott comes to realize that it’s most likely one of Daddy’s fingers, and
he tries to turn his head to see if he’s right. He’s stopped yet again with a
hand against his neck. “It’s okay sweetheart, I just have to make sure you’re
ready.” Scott want’s to ask for what but it is as if his body has not only
welcomed the finger but has decided it’s the only thing that matters as of now,
and without conscious thought Scott tries to thrust backwards to get it deeper,
something that elicits a chuckle from behind him. “Eager, aren’t you
sweetheart? But that’s okay, Daddy knows just what you need.” The statement is
followed by added pressure against Scott’s hole and a feeling of being filled
to the brim. At first it’s just a little weird – though the overall message
from his brain is good, good, so good - but then the fingers are spreading,
stretching him and it’s more painful than when he ran his shin into whatever
he’s lying on, he can feel tears starting to fall from his eyes and yet Daddy
simply keeps going, adding another finger, pumping lazily in and out of Scott’s
ass, scissoring them and the stretch burns and burns. And then there’s nothing
and Daddy’s back at Scott’s face, and this time he’s brought a candle so that
Scott can see him, and his face is serious and Scott almost panics thinking
that it must be even worse than he thought, he’ll might be so sick that he’ll
die, he can feel his irregular heart beat and hear his wheezing breathing, but
then Daddy lays a hand against his cheek, and with his deep, soothing voice
says: “We caught it early sweetheart, so everything’s going to be just fine,”
he says holding up something in front of Scott’s eyes. “I’m going to give you
some medicine and then I’ll put this plug in you to make sure it doesn’t fall
out. I understand it may be unpleasant, but you will not remove it unless you
want to stay in here alone for the next week.” At this Scott nods with wide,
frightened eyes, promising not to touch the thing making sure he’ll get better
no matter how uncomfortable the thing may prove to be. Daddy leaves the candle
when he steps behind Scott again, and there’s something cold and slimy being
pushed inside him that he assumes is the medicine and then the plug is inserted
carefully. Then Daddy places a kiss to each of his butt cheeks before releasing
Scott from his restraints and then carrying him back to Daddy’s bed. The heat
beneath Scott’s skin has gone and he’s asleep even before the covers has been
tucked around him, the smell of home and safety enough to let him forget that
he might be seriously ill.
He wakes to the same burning feeling as before, panic flooding his entire
system as he starts crying in fear. Daddy grumbles in his sleep, nostrils
flaring and then Scott’s back in the dark room, Daddy removing the plug that
should keep the medicine in, hmm’ing and ah’ing behind Scott, and then there’s
something cold and wet lapping at his hole, Daddy at his face with the candle
again. “Shh sweetheart, in a week you’ll be fit as a fiddle.” “But w-w-why-yy,”
and Scott can’t even ask he’s that upset, but Daddy just smiles at him. “I told
you we caught it early enough, but it’ll take some time before you’re well. In
the meantime Peter and I are going to take such good care of you. Dogs’ saliva
has healing properties, you know this because I’ve told you, and when he’s
cleaned you I’ll check you over again and then you’ll get more medicine and
maybe something to eat. I promise that no matter how bad you feel it’s not
dangerous, and when you’re all better I think you’re finally big enough to go
outside.” And the shock of it makes Scott crying stop, but he must still look
as if he doesn’t really believe it, because Daddy crosses his heart and lifts
his right hand to underline the sincerity of his promise. Scott nods then and
closes his eyes, succumbing to the sensations of the dog’s tongue against all
his private parts, Daddy stroking his hair and mumbling words Scott can’t hear
in his ear. Then Daddy’s shooing Peter away, his fingers pumping a few times in
and out of Scott’s body, which tries to swallow them before there’s the cold,
slimy glob of medicine and the gentle pressure of the plug. Then Daddy frees
him and together they walk down to the kitchen.
Sitting on the kitchen chair is unpleasant in a way lying in Daddy’s bed
wasn’t. The plug keeps shifting with his movements and even if he’s sitting
completely still it provides pressure as if he’s in urgent need of the
bathroom. Daddy goes straight for the fridge pulling out things to make
breakfast with, while Peter goes directly to Scott, laying his head on the
boy’s knee. Scott starts scratching behind its ear, and soon forgets the
discomfort of his ass in favor of giving Peter his undivided attention. When
Daddy puts the plate with eggs and bacon in front of him he casts a look down
where the dog’s tongue is wrapped around the boy’s small penis, but instead of
being angry Daddy just sighs and tells Scott to eat up.
After, Daddy lets Peter outside and tells Scott to wash the dishes before he
goes upstairs. Scott hasn’t thought about the fact that he’s naked until Daddy
walks back into the kitchen dressed in jeans and a henley and he tries to cover
himself with the dish towel, suddenly embarrassed though he’s not quite sure
why, seeing as this isn’t the first time he’s naked and Daddy isn’t. Daddy
doesn’t seem to notice though simply places a kiss against Scott’s forehead
telling him to hurry up.
When he’s done he shuffles to the living room, dragging his feet and not
knowing what to do. He feels much better than when he woke and the food
probably helped too, but he’s still red with embarrassment and he’s starting to
feel a little gross with all the sweating he’s been doing. When Daddy lifts his
eyes from the book he’s reading Scott simply blurts out the need to shower. It
seems as if it takes the man in the chair forever to come to a conclusion, but
then he nods and stands. “Of course, I’ll go with to make sure you don’t need
more medicine,” and that’s how Scott finds himself in the shower, water running
down him, Daddy sitting on the toilet lid watching him intently as Scott
washes, rinses and dries himself off. Not until he reaches for a pair of boxers
does Daddy touch him, and the short shake of his head is enough for Scott’s arm
to fall at his side again. Then Scott’s left to his own devices as Daddy goes
outside, presumably to take Peter for a run.
It’s not that there’s a lot to do, really, Scott’s getting a little too old for
toys and he’s not allowed to use the computer so there’s only the exercise
equipment Daddy always uses or the approved movies left. Scott tries the thread
mill and the bike but both are too unpleasant when he’s stuffed full of
medicine and a plug to keep it inside him so in the end he ends up on the couch
watching a movie he’s seen a thousand times before, about a boy who didn’t do
what his Daddy told him. It used to scare him when he was little, how the boys
turned into animals but Daddy assured him that as long as he was a good boy,
nothing like that would ever happen to Scott. One movie takes the other and
then Daddy’s standing in the doorway smiling that proud smile at Scott that
makes him want to strut and preen, and almost on instinct he turns to sit on
his knee reaching to spread his cheeks apart letting Daddy see that he’s been a
good boy and hasn’t touched the plug, making sure all the medicine stayed
inside him. Daddy walks fully into the room, closing the door behind shutting
Peter in the kitchen, his pitiful howls ringing in Scott’s ears but his eyes
fixed on the man as he takes a book on the shelf and sits himself in the
armchair, dragging the footstool over for Scott to sit at. “I think it’s time
for your treat,” is all he says before Scott’s on his feet and on the stool,
suckling his lollipop while Daddy’s reading him a story about a boy who won a
war and defeated evil.

Scott almost falls asleep that’s how relaxed story time makes him, but his
jolted into full consciousness when the fire on his skin start again. It’s the
pitiful sounds he makes around the treat in his mouth that alerts Daddy to his
discomfort but instead of carrying Scott upstairs he gently places him over the
armrest of the couch. “You have to stay still, sweetheart, so I can give you
your medicine and your fever can go down,” he says even as he’s kneeling behind
Scott, his breath against his heated skin and Scott wants to be a good boy and
hold still, but it hurts and burns and feels so good when he squirms against
the couch. The slap to his cheek stills him, Daddy’s stern voice: “If you can’t
hold still, I’ll take you upstairs and then you can get better alone. Is that
what you want?” and Scott shakes his head furiously because he wants Daddy and
Peter to take care of him, not be alone and scared in a dark room, and he’s a
good boy, really he is, so he spreads his legs a little as a silent peace
offering, and Daddy gently strokes his stinging cheek before gently removing
the plug, probing and prodding to check if Scott’s still healing and healthy
and this time when the medicine is squirted inside him Daddy’s fingers follow,
one, two, three, pumping and stretching and the force of it has Scott rubbing
up against the side of the couch and he can feel a different kind of heat
building in his stomach, and then Daddy’s fingers hits that thing inside him
that lights him on fire and he spasm and there’s something wet on him and the
couch, a strong salty smell in the air and he can feel the way his hole is
clenching around Daddy’s fingers trying even more separately to keep them
locked inside him, and it’s all too much and maybe not enough and he’s crying,
but Daddy simply eases his fingers back out, placing little kisses right there
on Scott’s most secret place while mumbling: “My big boy. I’m so proud of you.
So proud.” And Scott’s gone, floating away without even noticing that this time
the plug is significantly bigger.
He’s woken by the smell of dinner so he scrambles to his feet and almost runs
to the kitchen. Daddy’s standing at the stove and doesn’t even turn to tell him
to sit. Scott worries for all of two seconds if Daddy’s angry, but then Peter’s
nosing at his crotch and Daddy clears his throat which has the dog scrambling
away. “Soon,” he says, and with that he smiles and puts a plate in front of
Scott before sitting himself and the eat in silence like they always do and
then Scott washes while he can feel Daddy’s heavy gaze on him. When he puts the
last plate away he can hear claws against the floor and knows Peter’s standing
behind him. The uncertainty makes him fidget and then Peter’s nose is in his
crack, cold and wet against heated skin and then Daddy tells him to spread his
cheeks and again the dog has its tongue all over him, jostling the plug and it
feels different from the other times but there’s no time to think about it as
he’s told to turn, and then Peter is licking everywhere, cleaning Scott,
replacing the unpleasant dried stuff on him with saliva, while Daddy’s
watching, mouth open and breathing audible, and Scott can feel the fire coming
back and something clench at the sight of the man in front of him and the feel
of the dog tongue on him, but then Daddy’s ordering both Scott and Peter to
stop and go upstairs.
Again his legs and arms are locked to whatever he’s lying on and still the room
is pitch black, not a sound other than the breathing of three living things.
Daddy’s not saying a word even as he pulls the plug out of him and gives him a
new dosage of medicine. When he shoves the plug back in Scott figures he’ll be
released and they’ll go to sleep in Daddy’s bed. Instead Daddy starts pumping
the plug in and out of his hole, sometimes adding more of the medicine and at
some point he starts adding fingers. By now Scott knows he’s supposed to keep
still but there’s this feeling that even as good as this is he needs more, and
he can’t stop his hips trying to push back or his desperate pleas for more
accompanied by whines he’s ashamed to admit comes from his own throat. And then
he’s empty, Daddy’s hands holding him open, watching him – Scott can feel his
eyes, fixated at his entrance – and Scott’s body that has only so recently
learned what ‘full’ means is not happy with this development, his hole
clenching on air desperately trying to lure anything back inside it, and then
Daddy sighs, but his voice is affectionate and there’s a hint of proudness as
he asks: “Do you want Daddy to fill your needy hole, sweetheart?” And Scott’s
so beyond words and consciousness he doesn’t understand the question but he
understands when he’s suddenly so full he’s almost choking on it and he can
feel the coarse hair on his Daddy’s legs against his smooth skin, the man’s
heavy balls snug against Scott’s soft cheeks and the feeling of being split
open on something bigger than the fingers and the medicine stopping plug, the
pain unbearable but the man behind him simply pulls out and then rams back in,
over and over as Scott screams and pleads and begs for it to stop, and it just
goes on until the pain dissipates replaced by every nerve ending connected in
his ass screaming in all consuming pleasure, but this time Scott notices how
liquid pours from his dick and covers the sparse hair and the top of his thighs
and still Daddy is pounding in and out of him, panting hoarsely even as he
calls Scott a good boy, and how proud he is and it sounds as if he growls and
then Peter’s there, licking him clean again and still Daddy’s going in and out,
and all Scott can do is press back a little panting hard from exhaustion and
all the sensation, and then he can feel how his insides are covered in
something warm as Daddy shivers against him, groaning as he empties himself
inside Scott. There might be lack of consciousness on both their parts, but the
next thing he knows is that there’s light and he can see Daddy in front of him,
smiling gently at him, a hand running through Scott’s hair, down the side of
his face until a thumb rests against his bottom lip. Scott can feel his eyes
drooping and how his body aches in a way that’s entirely new though not
necessarily unpleasant. He relishes in the warmth of his Daddy’s pride, and
then the man looks behind him and nods and there are claws against Scott’s
sides and huffing and growling as Peter is trying to crawl on top of him and
Scott tries to struggle in his restraints, but Daddy grabs his chin and forces
him to look at him. “None of that, sweetheart. It’s only fair that Peter gets
his share, after all he’s helping keeping you healthy,” but he helps Peter up
so Scott doesn’t suffer more gashes and as the dog tries to get its shaft
inside where Scott is warm and loose and still leaking Daddy’s seed, Daddy’s
hand wrap around Scott’s dick and gently starts tugging at it, letting Scott
feel how it fills and hardens and it’s almost enough to distract him from where
Peter has finally managed to get inside, how the dog is pumping it’s hips
driving itself deeper inside Scott’s ass, and it feels even worse than when it
was Daddy doing it, one long relentless forward motion designed to fill him up,
the filthy sound of the dog pumping through medicine and Daddy’s come, and then
Daddy leans forward and whispers in his ear: “You’re such a good boy. And if
you take Peter’s knot without crying I’ll let you fuck him on the full moon.”
The words don’t really register but then Scott can feel how something is
swelling at his entrance and then Peter’s off him, and they’re standing ass to
ass as Scott is filled with wave after wave of come, and somehow it’s what
makes his own dick spurt a little, quickly going soft in the large hand
engulfing it before he starts whining with the overstimulation. Daddy stops the
tugging but he doesn’t let go of Scott’s dick before Peter’s knot shrinks
enough for the dog to move away. When he’s finally free and can stand again
Scott’s legs are soaked and he can feel his hole dripping with everything Daddy
and Peter has stuffed in there the last two days.

Scott does get to fuck Peter under the full moon and he comes inside the dog as
his Daddy tenses and spills down his throat, calling them both his bitches.
End Notes
     Right, it's not really explicitly stated but in my head Scott's 10-12
     years old in this (Derek and Peter are more or less the same age,
     though that doesn't matter). The backgound story is very vague on
     purpose, I'm thinking something horrible happens to the Hales, Derek
     inherit alpha status and Peter doesn't go entirely bonkers (well,
     they both do but their motives are a little different than in canon),
     and they kidnap Scott in some sort of revenge thing, or crazy thing
     or who knows, and then they decide for whatever reasons that it's
     much better to abuse the child than kill it.
     Or maybe Scott is actually Derek's child, and he just went crazy when
     the mother [something, something], I'll leave that entirely up to you
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holding Patrick's cheeks with both
hands and kissing his right cheek.
"Hi, aunt Dale," Patrick said blushing.
"Hi yourself! I missed you so much!" Dale said, holding him, and then going to
talk to her friend.
Patricia and Dale talked and laughed loudly walking into the corridors not
paying much attention to Patrick who just followed behind still thinking about
all the events from the night before. Sometimes he felt his mother giving
furtive looks at him, he would just smile and kept following.
His head was a mess and he couldn't figure out what was going on with him. Both
friends finished buying everything they needed for their Sunday family lunch
and drove to the Wentz's house. They entered the house by the backdoor which
was a kitchen entrance. They were carrying a few bags and then Patrick heard
his mother talk.
"Pete! Oh my, you look great!"
Patrick closed his eyes and winced. When he opened his eyes he saw Pete
shirtless looking and smiling at his mother talking happily. He looked at
Pete's smile, Pete's chest, Pete's abs, Pete's almost-showing-everything pants
and groaned. He just didn't expect it was audible enough to make Pete was look
at him. 'Shit,' he thought.
"Hey Trick," Pete greeted quietly.
"Hi," Patrick answered looking down. "Uh, mom, I'm going to get the other
bags," he said rushing outside.
"Oh, aunt Pat, I want you to meet my girlfriend, let me check if she finished
showering," Pete said leaving.
"We have to talk!" Patricia whispered to Dale as soon as Pete left.
"About what?" Dale whispered back.
"Pete and Patrick!"
"I heard they had a fight. Pete was pretty upset when he came back last night.
I couldn't get to know much about it, his girlfriend was demanding a lot of his
attention, if you know what I mean," Dale said rolling her eyes annoyed, "How's
Patrick?"
"Dealing, I guess… Dale, I think he's gay," Patricia confessed biting her
thumbnail.
"What??" Dale gasped.
"Mhm, he sort of confessed last night," Patricia said, not whispering anymore.
"But that's not the problem!"
"What's the problem then?" Dale asked confused.
"I guess he likes Pete," Patricia confessed, looking expectantly.
"You're joking, right?" Dale blurted.
"Nope, not a bit,"
"But Pete has a girlfriend,"
"Yup,"
"Which means he’s not into boys,"
"Pretty much,"
"Poor Patrick," Dale sighed.
"Yup, and I don't know what to do. Patrick doesn't open up and I can't force
him. If I'll do it I'm afraid he'll close himself even more," Patricia spoke
worried.
"Mom, these are the last bags." Patrick said entering the kitchen.
"Oh, okay honey, just put them on the table," Patricia said, exchanging glances
with Dale.
"Aunt Pat, I want you to meet Reagan," Pete said, entering the kitchen.
Oh life and sense of timing. Everything felt awkward.
"You're Patrick's mother right?" Reagan said, shaking Patricia’s hand. "Oh and
look who's here, baby Patrick! How is it going?" she asked, forcing a smile.
"Fine," Patrick replied coldly. "Mom, I'll be outside. Call me if you guys need
anything," he said leaving the house, not sparing a glance.
"So Reagan, are you going to have lunch with us?" Patricia asked, clearing her
throat and trying to change the awkward mood.
"Uh, no she can't, she has to go home, right babe?" Pete answered before Reagan
could say anything.
"Oh, that's sad. Maybe next time, right?" Patricia said forcing a smile.
"Yeah, I'm going to take her home and be back soon," Pete said excusing
himself.
They said their goodbyes and Pete left with Reagan.
-*-
Some time later Pete was back, he saw Patrick sat under a tree in his backyard
and walked in his direction. Patrick was wearing a beanie that almost covered
his closed eyes and arms crossed over his chest.
"Hey," Pete said quietly, sitting beside the boy.
"Hi," Patrick said not looking at Pete.
"You good?" Pete asked tentatively.
"What do you want, Pete?" Patrick asked, finally looking at his friend and
regretting almost immediately.
He saw the hurt in Pete's eyes, but also saw how hazel they were. 'Stop
thinking about it', he thought. His gaze went to Pete's mouth and he blushed.
'Crap!' he thought closing his eyes and turning his head again.
Pete noticed and thought about what he’d heard when he went downstairs to greet
his mom and aunt Pat who were talking about Patrick. Yes, he heard them and his
mind went wild. He remembered their conversation in the car in the previous
night, the way Patrick refused to talk about his feelings, the way he blushed,
and ended the conversation.
He thought about Patrick’s reaction when he met Reagan and his confession about
his feelings before he left the show, and then everything fell into place. He
had to talk to Patrick but no way he was doing that with Reagan at home.
"I wanted to apologize for last night," Pete said.
"There's nothing to apologize. You were there with your girlfriend, and you
wanted to have fun with her so I let you," Patrick spoke, still not looking at
Pete.
"I'm not sure if I still want to date her," Pete confessed, looking up the
bright sky.
"What do you mean?" Patrick asked, turning to Pete, looking shocked.
"I don't know if I want to be with someone who doesn't like or respect you.
Besides my mom didn't like her and I'm pretty sure she didn't like my mom
either. AND aunt Pat didn't like her too either," Pete explained.
"We have nothing to do with your relationship. You're the one who's with her
not us," Patrick said.
"I trust you with my life and if the three of you didn't like her she mustn't
be a good person," Pete said looking at Patrick.
They looked at each other in silence for a while when they heard Dale
announcing lunch was ready. The four of them ate lunch happily talking and
telling stories, remembering things when they were younger.
"So, Pete, when you're going back to college?" Patricia asked, resting her fork
on the plate.
"Tonight, I just came to spend the weekend. I still have my end terms next
month and then I'll be off for the summer," Pete answered.
"That's good, I hope to see you more," Patricia said smiling.
"I hope too." He said smiling back. He gave a furtive look at Patrick and saw
him blush.
When they finished Pete and Patrick tried to help with the dishes and cleaning
but their mothers hushed them away to Pete's room. They knew the boys need to
talk.
"Cross your fingers," Dale said to her friend and taking the dishes to the
kitchen.
 
 -*-
 
"So, you wanna play something?" Pete asked, entering his bedroom, taking off
his shirt and going to his video game.
Patrick didn't see that because he was closing the door, but when he turned
around he saw Pete shirtless and blushed furiously.
"I—I don't know—I mean, yeah—Whatever," Patrick stuttered looking away.
Pete smiled mischievously and turned the device on. They sat on the bed and
started playing. Pete was doing whatever was possible to disturb Patrick's own
game, sooner they were pushing each other and bumping, laughing. When they
realized Patrick was laid on the bed, legs spread open. Pete was between them,
arms on each side, their faces almost touching and breathing heavily. They were
looking at each other's eyes, Patrick noticed their position and blushed, but
didn't look away.
He saw Pete lower his head and closed his eyes. 'Ohmygodohmygodohmygod' he
thought when he felt Pete's lips on his. It was good, soft, wet and he heard
himself let out a whimper and the breath he didn’t know he was holding. His
face was burning and he hoped Pete had his eyes closed too. When they broke the
kiss they were breathing fast, looking at each other.
"Pete, I—" Patrick trailed off.
"Shh" Pete shushed and kissed Patrick again.
Pete lowered himself again, on his elbow, straightening himself between
Patrick's legs and the movement made Patrick muffled a moan into Pete's mouth
and hold him by the waist. He felt Pete's tongue touch his lower lip gently
asking for permission and he opened his mouth letting himself enjoy the feeling
of Pete's tongue slowly moving in his mouth. He took courage and trailed one of
his hand up on Pete's back. Patrick's action only made Pete moan and move his
hips against Patrick's thigh and now fully awake bulge.
"Patrick, we have to go!" they listened Patricia calling downstairs and broke
the kiss looking at the door. When they didn't hear any footsteps they looked
at each other still breathing hard.
"I—I need to—to go," Patrick said, moving around and getting up from the bed.
"Okay," Pete said, getting up, running his hands through his hair.
They fixed their pants and took deep breaths calming themselves. Patrick walked
to the door when he felt Pete's hand holding his wrist turning him around.
"We're still going to talk about this, right?" Pete asked.
Patrick didn't dare speak so he just nodded giving a "mhm" as an answer. He was
so embarrassed that he couldn't look at the older boy. Pete caressed his cheek
with the back of his hand making the young boy look at him. They looked in each
others eyes and then Pete leaned in kissing Patrick deeply again. The feeling
of their tongues making both moan.
"I'll see you when I get back, Pete whispered, breaking the kiss and touching
foreheads.
"Come on, Patrick, don't make me go upstairs!" Patricia called again.
"Okay," Patrick whispered, nodding his head and leaving the room.
Patrick was lost in thought on the ride back home. He couldn't stop touching
his lips remembering Pete's lips and reliving the moment they shared minutes
ago. He shivered remembering the feel of Pete's skin in his hand.
"You alright, baby?" Patricia asked when she noticed the shivering.
"Uh, Yeah—‘M fine." Patrick answered blushing.
"So, did you make up?" She asked, taking short glances at her son.
"Yeah, we did," Patrick said, burying his beanie over his head, still with
vivid images in his head.
"That's good! Let's hope you can hang out more when he comes back!" Patricia
wished smiling.
"Yeah," Patrick mumbled, blushing even more and biting his lower lip.
When they arrived home Patrick raced to his room, took off his shoes, and laid
down on his bed. He couldn't stop thinking about the whole thing he shared with
Pete. 'I guess it was good for a first kiss,' he thought smiling. He closed his
eyes and daydreamed again, Pete's lips, breath, legs, hips… He felt himself
getting hard again when his mother opened his bedroom door suddenly.
"Honey, you sure everything is fine?" She asked entering the room.
"Mom!" Patrick yelled, sitting up and pulling his legs up covering his
hardness, face flushed. “You could knock before coming in, you know?" he said
annoyed.
"Oh I'm so sorry, you seem so out in space I was worried!" Patricia apologized.
"I'm fine, everything's fine, I'm just tired that's all," he mumbled his
excuse.
"Okay, okay," she said rising her hands, in a surrender gesture.
"Fine, uh, I'm gonna shower and uh, go to sleep," Patrick stuttered, still not
moving from his spot.
"Right, fine. I'm going to do the same. I have to wake up early tomorrow. I
hate Mondays, always tough days," Patricia sighed and left the room.
Few minutes later Patrick was showered, changed, and packing his school bag
when the phone rang. He heard his mother asking him to answer it, he rushed
downstairs and pick up the phone breathless.
"Hey Trick," he heard Pete's voice on the line and held his breath.
"H—hey, Pete." Patrick stuttered.
"I uh, I just wanted to say bye again," Pete said, sounding embarrassed.
"Yeah, so uh, are you leaving now?" Patrick asked trying to compose himself.
"Yeah, I… I wanted to hear your voice before leaving," Pete answered. "The
truth is that I couldn't stop thinking about you," Pete blurted when Patrick
didn’t say anything.
"Yeah, I uh—me too," Patrick confessed feeling his cheeks getting warm.
They heard Dale yelling something to Pete and he answered her.
"Okay, I have to go or it will get too late to drive," Pete said, not sounding
too willing to end the call.
"Sure, drive safe, Pete,"
"Always do! And, Trick?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't get yourself a boyfriend before I come back, okay?" Pete said laughing.
"Pete!" Patrick whined, making Pete laugh even more.
"I mean it! We still have to talk about what happened," Pete said, sounding
serious.
"I know…" Patrick sighed.
Dale yelled again.
"Alright, I better get going!"
"Okay,"
Both boys were silent and then Pete said, "I'll miss you." Hanging up before
Patrick could say something.
 
-*-
 
Time passed too slowly to Patrick's liking and as the day of Pete’s return was
getting closer it was becoming really hard to Patrick focus on something
besides him.
When the last day of school was finally over, he rushed himself out of school
and was caught by surprise when he saw Pete at the parking lot.
"Hey Trickster!" Pete greeted with a shiny smile.
Patrick couldn't help the butterflies inside him and smiled widely. "Pete! What
you're doing here? I thought you're supposed to be home by the weekend!" he
said walking towards Pete.
"Surprise!" Pete said smiling, and opening his arms.
As soon as they hugged each other they heard a few guys making jokes.
"Look, the fat fag got a boyfriend!" One of them yelled.
Patrick winced and he felt Pete pulling away gently ready to say something, but
he stopped him. "Pete, don't!"
"But Patrick—"
"Please, please, don't. Just leave it, please!" Patrick pleaded.
"I can't let them do this to you! I can't stand it!" Pete said with a huff.
"Please, for me. Leave it," Patrick begged once again.
"Fine, let's get out of here," Pete said holding Patrick by the arm and going
to his car still hearing the other boys saying nasty things.
They were both in silence in the car. Patrick was looking through the window
and Pete was holding the wheel so tight his fingers were white, trying to
restrain his anger.
"I'm sorry for that," Patrick mumbled quietly.
"What? There's nothing for you to be sorry for! They're the ones who should be
sorry!" Pete said angry. Patrick winced again. "I'm sorry, I'm just angry— I
mean—I just can't stand it, piss me off," he exhaled.
"I know," Patrick said, still not looking at his friend.
Patrick’s emotions were a mess. They were a mix of shame for Pete seeing what
happened to him, and for being humiliated in front of him. He felt his eyes
burning and tears threatening to fall.
"Hey, it's okay. Let's forget about that. I'm just happy to be back and seeing
you," Pete said gently, and touching Patrick's knee.
The touch made Patrick turn his head and they locked their eyes briefly.
"Me too," Patrick whispered.
The rest of the ride was in silence, this time a comfortable one.
"Where's aunt Pat?" Pete asked when Patrick opened his house’s door. He threw
his bag on the couch, and Patrick followed right behind.
"At work, she won't be home until dinner—" Patrick said, turning around facing
Pete really close to him, and blushed.
"Hi," Pete whispered, smiling, and caressing his cheek.
For the first time in his life Patrick threw all his insecurities through the
window and kissed Pete, tongue already touching his lips asking for attention.
Both boys sighed. Patrick put his arms around Pete's neck and the older held
him by the waist pulling him closer. Patrick gave his best to show in that kiss
how much he had missed Pete.
"Wow," Pete exhaled when they broke the kiss.
"I—I just—I missed you," Patrick stuttered, blushing fervently trying to move
away but Pete tightened his grip on his waist.
"I missed you too," Pete said caressing Patrick's cheek, and kissing him again.
"But you know we have to talk first, right?"
“I know,” Patrick said nodding, and gulped.
"So, you're into guys," Pete stated when they were sat on Patrick’s bed.
"Yeah, I—I guess so," Patrick stuttered, becoming nervous.
"You guess?" Pete asked, raising one brow.
"I just think about you, actually," Patrick blurted blushing right away.
Pete smiled, seeing Patrick blush was the cutest thing he ever saw and he
decided that he'd be pleased to see that more often.
"I thought you're straight," Patrick commented looking away.
"Oh, sort of," Pete laughed sheepishly. "Let's say I enjoy both sides," he said
scratching the back of his neck.
"And what about your girlfriend?" Patrick asked frowning.
"You mean my ex? I broke up with her as soon as we got back to college," Pete
confessed.
"You did?" Patrick asked surprised.
"I'm not that kind of jerk who likes to fool around, you know? Besides, I
wasn't all into her," Pete explained and Patrick only nodded. "Just keep in
mind that I had someone more interesting in my mind," he said looking deeply
into Patrick's eyes with a lascivious smile.
Patrick blushed. Hard.
Pete couldn't help himself and crawled Patrick’s lap capturing his lips
sensually. He heard him moan and smiled into the kiss. He leaned on Patrick and
both were laid on the bed deepening the kiss.
"You know you're the cutest thing when you blush, right?" Pete teased, when
they broke the kiss.
"Pete!" Patrick whined looking away, covering his face with both hands.
"I mean it! Just makes me want you more," Pete said moving his hips sensually.
Patrick gasped and gripped Pete's shirt feeling himself getting more and more
aroused.
"Just tell me if things get too much for you, okay?" Pete asked touching his
forehead on Patrick's.
Patrick couldn't find his voice to answer so he just nodded and pulled Pete by
the shirt kissing him hard. Both boys groaned when they felt each other’s
bodies that close. As the kiss progressed, Patrick felt himself relaxing more
and more, he let his hands wander up and down Pete’s back and heard him sigh,
grinding his hips against Patrick’s making him whimper. Pete slid his hand
under Patrick’s shirt and caressed his belly moving up to the right nipple to
play with it. Patrick gasped and bucked his hips.
"Pete—" Patrick whimpered into the kiss.
"Want me to stop?" Pete whispered concerned, lips still touching.
"No—No!" Patrick urged shaking his head and gripping hard on Pete's shirt.
“Please, don’t stop,” he pleaded kissing Pete again.
They made out hard. Pete still caressing Patrick's right nipple, grinding on
Patrick, both cocks rubbing against each other under the clothes. Their moans
and whimpers echoing in the room as their hips moved faster and faster.
"Pete, I—I need to—I need—" Patrick gasped.
"Tell me baby, say it," Pete asked, breathing hard, still moving his hips
vigorously hearing another moan coming from Patrick. “C’mon, I can give it to
you,” he said mouthing Patrick’s neck.
"I have to—I need to go to the bathroom!" Patrick said nervously, trying to get
up.
"No! I can help you with that," Pete said holding him still, and cupping his
bulge.
That was enough to set Patrick off with a groan. He rolled his head to the back
of the bed, eyes rolling. Hips bucking.
"Shit! Did you— Did you just—" Pete panted in Patrick's ear.
"Yeah," Patrick breathed nodding, blushing fervently, and gulping. "Just let
me—I'll go clean myself," he rushed off the bed leaving the room.
Pete heard the water running and while Patrick was cleaning himself he searched
his own pleasure with the memory of what just happened. After that they made
out and exchanged a few caressing each other languidly. They were on the couch
watching TV when they heard the door opening.
"Aunt Pat!" Pete smiled hugging Patrick's mom.
"Oh my God, Pete, you're here!" Patricia said happily, hugging the boy back.
"Yup, I came to see you guys," Pete said pulling away from the embrace.
"You're going to stay for dinner, right?"
"Sure thing! I'm still catching up with Rick here," Pete said turning to
Patrick, and winking at him.
"Good! Special dinner tonight!" Mrs. Stump said going to the kitchen.
"Gonna spend the night?" Patrick asked hopeful when Pete went back and gave him
a peck on the lips.
"I wouldn't miss the opportunity for nothing in this world," Pete said kissing
him again.
 
-*-
 
A few days had passed since summer vacation started. Pete and Patrick evolved
their relationship a lot. They'd talk more, Patrick opened up more, and now
they were finally content with each other.
Needless to say that their make out section also evolved, but Pete was
respectful regarding Patrick's age and insecurities. Every time he tried to
take Patrick's shirt off he’d pushed his hand away or he’d shake his head. Pete
was already frustrated but always accepted the refusal.
Dale and Patricia took the hint about the boys but never talked to them about
it, they just took every opportunity they had to show them their support.
"Mom, is still okay for me to go to the show tomorrow night, right?" Patrick
asked during dinner.
"Sure thing, baby, unless your boyfriend isn't going with you," Patricia
teased, winking and smiling in response.
Patrick only blushed.
"Right, so did you think I don't know?"
"Are we that obvious?"
"Well, let’s say you guys aren’t that subtle," she chuckled.
"Oh"
"Are you planning coming straight back home or going somewhere else?"
"Mom, I'm definitely not talking to you about this!" Patrick said embarrassed.
Patricia couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Don't worry son, just be safe—"
"MOM!"
"Okay, okay! My lips are sealed!" Patricia said still laughing.
"SO, is everything okay? Can I go out tomorrow?" Patrick insisted trying to
change topics.
"Sure, honey, you can go," Patricia said controlling her laugh, "But the rule
of going with Pete is still on,"
"Fine, we're going together anyway," Patrick said, ending the conversation.
Mother and son finished their dinner and cleaned the kitchen. Patrick excused
himself and went to his room. He picked his telephone extension and called
Pete. They talked about random topics then Pete asked him about the show on the
next night.
"Yeah, mom said that I can go but only if my boyfriend goes," Patrick said
rolling his eyes.
"You're kidding, right?" Pete asked laughing.
"Nope, she did used the expression 'your boyfriend', and I was like, 'Are we
that obvious?' I swear, she was just making fun of me!" Patrick tried to say
still hearing Pete laughing louder. "Pete, are you listening to what I'm
saying??"
"Yeah Trick, I am!" Pete tried to say, "You won't believe if I tell you,"
"What?" Patrick asked confused.
"Mom said the same, I mean, she was asking if I was going with 'my 15 young
blonde boyfriend', " Pete said laughing again.
"Oh crap!" Patrick exclaimed, face palming.
"Don't worry Pattycakes, at least they know and they're okay with us," Pete
said trying to soothe Patrick.
"Yeah, but it wasn't you who almost had a sex speech with your mother!"
"Oh believe me, I DID! Mom was on the verge of freaking out downstairs! She was
almost threatening me to not dare to put my hands on an underage kid and go to
jail for raping and blah blah blah," Pete said rolling his eyes, "and to tell
you the truth I really wouldn't mind going to jail because of you—"
"Alright, I got it! You can stop talking about this right now, I got the
message!" Patrick interrupted his boyfriend before he could dig in a hole in
his bed.
"C'mon Trick, you don't have to be embarrassed with me," Pete said
mischievously.
"Pete, don't! I'm really not having this conversation with you too!" Patrick
exasperated.
"Why not? I'm your boyfriend! We should talk about this, actually, we're gonna
have to talk about this one day!"
"But not now !"
"You're blushing, aren't you? I know you are!" Pete teased.
"Pete, if you don't stop talking about this I swear to God I'm going to hang up
on you!" Patrick threatened with his face red as a tomato.
"Geez, fine! I just wonder why you refuse talking about this even with me, I'm
your boyfriend and before that I'm your best friend," Pete mumbled sadly.
"Look, I'm sorr—"
"That's fine, uh, I have to hang up now. I'll pick you up tomorrow night, k?"
Pete quietly said.
"Pete—Fine..." Patrick sighed.
He heard a click and sighed again.
On the next day Pete went to pick Patrick up to go to the show, as the young
boy was coming downstairs he heard his mother talking from the living room,
"Have a great show this time! And be safe if you plan doing something else!"
"Mom !" Patrick glared.
"I'm your mother, liking it or not I have to say these things to you!"
Patrick mumbled a 'whatever' and left the house.
They went to the show and enjoyed themselves like it should be, both were too
excited when it was over, they were laughing and smiling contented when they
entered the car.
"I'm not tired; do you wanna go somewhere else?" Pete asked smiling at Patrick.
"I dunno… We could go back home and watch some movie or play video game…"
"At one in the morning?"
"Yeah! I'm on vacation, remember?"
"Whatever you want!" Pete said driving away.
When they arrived they showered and went to Patrick’s bedroom. They set the DVD
to play and got comfortable under the sheets spooning themselves. In a certain
moment of the movie Patrick felt Pete's hand under his shirt stroking his belly
and tensed up.
"What's wrong?" Pete whispered concerned.
"Nothing, it's just—I—"
Pete took his hand off and turned Patrick around, "You're worried about your
body, right?"
Patrick couldn't answer; Pete was right so he just nodded.
"Trick, you don't have to worry about it, I love you just the way you are,"
Pete said caressing Patrick’s cheek.
"But Pete, I'm fat—"
"Shh," Pete silenced the young boy putting a finger on his lips.
"I told you once and I'll tell you this for the rest of your life if it's
necessary: You are you to me, fat, skinny, chubby or whatever, you're Patrick
to me and that's fine,"
He kissed Patrick softly and heard him sigh relaxing a bit. He let his hand
wander again under the shirt caressing the lower back and felt Patrick tense
again, he broke the kiss and whispered, "Stop thinking about it."
Patrick nodded and let himself be kissed again still feeling Pete's touch and
now a tongue claiming attention. He soft moaned and tugged Pete's shirt pulling
him closer.
Pete took the opportunity and rolled over, his left leg between Patrick's, and
grinding his hips against his loved one. Patrick broke the kiss and held Pete
by the neck, pulling him closer and gave a low moan in his ear. The sound went
straight down to Pete's waist and he felt his hardness awakening and that only
made him grind his hips even more. He heard Patrick moan his name and kissed
him fiercely. Patrick gripped the shirt tightly and moved his hips meeting
Pete's moves.
"I want you so bad," Pete whispered, kissing Patrick's jaw line and then
licking his neck. "Please don't stop me, I need you so much," he pleaded.
The plead was so intense and desperate that Patrick couldn't describe the
feeling inside of him. His body was suddenly on fire and he needed something,
something he didn’t know so desperately. He held Pete's neck with one hand and
the other was gripping one of his butt cheeks. His legs intertwined Pete's hips
and moved on his own accord frantically. He heard Pete gasps his name and tried
his best to control himself and roll over.
"What are you doing?" Pete asked confused.
"I—I wanna try something," Patrick stuttered, blushing as he took Pete’s shirt
and briefs.
He kneeled between Pete’s legs and kissed his stomach trailing down until reach
the hard leaking pre-cum member. He licked the head and heard Pete sigh and
felt a hand touch behind his neck encouraging him, he licked again and tried to
suck the head.
Pete had to find strength to not buck his hips and blew everything off, but
couldn't help the moan that left his lips. Patrick held the base with his right
hand and tried to go deeper. He felt Pete's grip in his neck tighten and
stopped.
"Am I doing it right?" Patrick asked concerned.
"Yeah—Just don't stop," Pete gasped, finally being able to move his hips a bit.
Patrick nodded smiling, and went down again this time more eagerly.
"Fuck!" Pete gasped, lifting his head and seeing Patrick's head bobbing and
feeling his hand massaging his shaft up and down.
He couldn't help himself, he lifted his knees and bucked his hips meeting
Patrick's movements and breathing shallow. "Trick, if you don't stop now I
might not hold myself any longer," he managed saying.
"Then don't," Patrick said stopping what his was doing, and then going back to
work.
That was enough to Pete who came strangling a moan and tensing his hips. He was
calming down when he lifted his head and saw the most sensual scene in his
whole life: Patrick sat on his knees, wearing white socks, white briefs, and
black shirt, his left hand using the shirt to cover his hardness, his red lips
sucking a remaining drop of cum off of one of his fingers, and pink cheeks. If
it was possible to have another erection right away he definitely would.
He cursed and moved in Patrick's direction. He took the boy’s hand off his
mouth and kissed him fiercely cupping his erection with his other hand. Patrick
moaned and bucked his hips at the touch.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Pete said between the kiss, thumb
brushing the head of Patrick's hardness.
Patrick used both hands to hold behind Pete's neck grinding at the touch and
whimpering. Pete tugged his hand under his pants and started stroking the
length. Patrick broke the kiss and bucked his hips desperately giving small
moans, breathing shallow.
"C'mon babe, I want to see you come," Pete encouraged touching foreheads and
looking down.
Three more strokes were enough to Patrick feel his orgasm build inside him and
let it pour in Peter's hand. They kissed passionately once again and when they
calmed themselves they went to clean each other. They laid down spooning, Pete
giving small kisses behind Patrick's neck feeling him shiver.
"That was amazing," Pete said smiling.
"Yeah, it was," Patrick agreed, smiling back and caressing Pete's hand that was
on his waist.
"I hope we can do this more often from now on," Pete said trying his luck.
"We'll definitely do it again and anything else you want," Patrick said smiling
and blushing at his own attitude.
"Now you're giving me nice ideas!" Pete said small biting the exposed neck.
"Oh shut up and go to sleep, you wore me off!" Patrick laughed.
Both boys fell asleep easily. They knew their vacation was promising.
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