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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fall_Out_Boy, Bandom
  Relationship:
      Andy_Hurley/Joe_Trohman
  Character:
      Andy_Hurley, Joe_Trohman, Pete_Wentz_(mentioned), Patrick_Stump
  Additional Tags:
      Teenagers, Alternate_Universe_-_Teenagers, Oral_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Public
      Blow_Jobs, Overstimulation, Multiple_Orgasms, Exhibitionism, slightly_I
      think, Hand_Jobs, Food, mentions_of_food, but_no_real_involvement_in_the
      sex_tho, chubby_character, who_isn't_actually_chub_irl, Based_on_a_Tumblr
      Post, Kinda, that's_p_much_it??
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-28 Words: 1282
****** I'd Like to Be a Gallery ******
by ConstellationScribe
Summary
     Title taken from David Bowie's "Andy Warhol" and written for my
     lovely friend Oliver @patrick-is-trohmosexual on tumblr.
     Based slightly off of this anon on their blog http://patrick-is-
     trohmosexual(.)tumblr(.)com/post/143757114399/chubby-andy-working-in-
     a-comic-book-store-and-hes
     bc yeah I'm bored and sick and had nothing else to do really, so I
     asked if they had any ideas and boom! This fucker was born! I've
     loosely skimmed over it and can't find any major mistakes, but sorry
     if there is any and sorry in general if I'm bad at writing/if they're
     ooc/if it's short or smth because I can't really tell and am bad
     writing long pieces lmao. I hope you enjoy, Oli and fellow Trohley
     shippers!
Notes
     (also before we start: no, I am not mistaken about Andy's body type,
     he is meant to be a little on the softer side in this fic as
     according to that tumblr anon - they are teenagers who work in a
     comic book store and he tends to snack on slightly fattening foods a
     bit more :) Okay that's it! Enjoy the fic!)
Andy moves carefully down from the stepladder leading up to the highest shelves
in the comic book store, making sure that his pudgy belly and round hips don’t
accidentally bump any of the books on the way. He flops down in his chair at
the front desk, sighing quietly and reaching into an already opened bag of
Doritos to continue eating, haphazardly placed next to a packet of Cosmic
Brownies and a soda can, as well as the actual cash register.
Before he can toss the chips into his mouth, however, he catches a glimpse of a
pair of eyes glinting up at him mischievously from the dark space under the
counter and gasps, dropping his snack, mildly startled.
“Oh for fuck’s sake Joe, what are you doing under there?” Andy huffs as Joe
snickers and picks up the dropped Doritos and chomps on them from the shadows.
“I was thinking, y’know, maybe we could have a little fun,” the younger boy
smirks, reaching a hand up to drift lightly over Andy’s soft, pale thighs –
exposed from his gym shorts.
“I don’t know, I’m not really in the mood right now, Joe.”
“Aww c’mon, please? It’s not as if people are about to walk in on us anytime
soon!”
Andy thinks over those words for a few seconds. Eh, Joe’s got a point. So far
it’s been one of those lazy weekends where business is slow and they don’t get
many customers, and besides it’s not like their manager Pete really gives a
fuck anyway. As long as Pete doesn’t hear or see it, it’s nothing to do with
him, and their sexual shenanigans can’t get much worse than last week’s
installment behind the action figures shelf.
He’s pulled back to reality by Joe’s long fingers dipping into the waistband of
his shorts questioningly. He flashes a small, rare smile down at his boyfriend.
“You’re right, I guess. Go ahead.”
In a very dorky manner only suited to Joe Trohman, the younger boy performs a
tiny fist pump and quiet cheer to himself before practically ripping Andy’s
shorts down to his calves and wrapping a rough, tight hand around his half-hard
cock.
Teeth press down on fingers as Andy shoves the corner of his fist in his mouth,
taken aback by Joe’s fluid movements. A low moan escapes from his throat as the
boy under the desk quickly moves onwards and wraps his soft, thin lips around
the swollen head and dips the tip of his tongue against the slit, already
dripping precum.
“You sly fucker, you totally planned this out, didn’t you?” The older manages
to grit out. Through the darkness under the desk, Joe responds silently by an
upward quirk of his lips before sinking his mouth further down Andy’s dick, his
nose just barely brushing the wiry ginger curls at the base. Andy gasps loudly
and bites his lip, toying with his metal labret and thumping his foot down
helplessly.
He’s so close already, he can feel the heat pooling up inside of him, that
fiery tingle running up his spine and making him shudder. Joe’s just too damn
good at sucking cock. Just a little more and –
Fuck.
The bell jingles at the doorway, indicating that someone’s just walked in. Andy
can’t help himself and he loses it, letting out a shaky and stuttered “f-fuck,”
as he comes in thick spurts into Joe’s hot, wet mouth.
A confused and curious gaze meets his own as the cold realisation sets in that
he didn’t even try to muffle his orgasm. The awkward yet cute teenage boy who
happened to unknowingly walk in on one of Joe and Andy’s many escapades casts a
worried glance over at Andy, his thin brows furrowed and overgrown hair
swishing beneath his trucker hat with the movement of his head. Andy tries his
best to stay composed and laughs nervously.
“Heh, j-just hit my leg on this stupid desk,” he flounders to the boy, and
promptly smacks Joe upside the head as the boy under the desk chuckles quietly,
apparently having swallowed his cum.
The customer smiles back just as awkwardly, before turning away and continuing
to browse along the small isles. Wondering what on Earth Joe plans to do now,
Andy reaches across the desk for the unopened pack of Cosmic Brownies, tearing
the plastic wrapping open and biting into one of them. The fudgy taste and
little chocolate candy bits taste so good he nearly forgets about Joe’s
presence between his legs, until he feels a hand cupping and squishing his
balls gently and a tongue lapping at his oversensitive cockhead and nearly
chokes on his mouthful of brownie. An anxious look is thrown down at Joe, panic
evident in Andy’s blue eyes. Joe just stares back, snaking his other hand to
squeeze Andy’s dick again whilst the other continues to work on massaging
Andy’s sac.
It hurts. Andy can’t come again that soon after, and Joe knows it. Sure, he’s a
teenage boy, but that isn’t always an excuse. Unwilling tears prick at the
corners of Andy’s eyes. He’s so sensitive, and his balls ache, and he’s 99.9%
sure he’s about to bite clean through his lip in a second if he doesn’t get the
opportunity to scream out his pleasure. He threads his fingers through Joe’s
slightly frizzy hair and grips tight, barely holding in a cry as Joe moans
deeply around his cock.
His eyes continuously dart upwards skittishly to check on their singular
customer as he whimpers, near silent, around another bite of the brownie. The
naive boy doesn’t seem to have noticed anything else odd going on since he
walked in and seems generally unobservant, currently crouched down to look at
the very bottom of the shelves of comics, muttering numbers and titles to
himself under his breath.
Despite his own mental doubts, Andy can feel himself teetering right on the
edge of another orgasm already. The thought that he was about to get off for a
second time in the presence of a complete stranger, funnily enough, only turned
him on more and brought him closer to coming. Just as that thought popped into
his mind, Joe thumbed the vein on the underside of his dick harshly, finally
forcing a near dry release out of the older boy.
Joe felt Andy’s cock twitch weakly into his mouth, letting out the smallest
surge of whatever cum he had left, before moving off of it with a slick pop.
“Excuse me? Um-“
Since Joe had basically incapacitated Andy for now, he wiped his mouth messily
with a sleeve and sauntered out nonchalantly from under the front desk, moving
across the room to assist the customer as though he hadn’t just had another
guy’s dick in his mouth for roughly the last half hour.
“Hi, I’m Joe, How can I help you?” Joe answered casually, casting Andy a smug
look, whose face was currently bright pink and hidden behind his hands, eyes
peering out from the gaps in between his fingers.
“Um, I’m Patrick; would you guys happen to know when you’ll be getting the next
Ghostbusters comic in?” the boy, now known to be Patrick, asked.
“Yeah, we should have it in for the following Tuesday.” Joe replied with a
smile.
“Okay, thanks! And, uh, is your friend feeling alright?”
“What, Andy? Oh, he’s just /wonderful/.”
“Well, um, thanks again, have a nice day!” Patrick said, heading towards the
door.
“Yeah, you too man. Thanks for stopping by, come again soon!” Joe called back.
The bell on the door jingled. Then silence.
“I hate you,” Andy mumbled, still very much embarrassed.
Joe smirked. “So, Exhibitionism, huh Hurley?”
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