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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fall_Out_Boy
  Relationship:
      Patrick_Stump/Pete_Wentz
  Character:
      Pete_Wentz, Patrick_Stump
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Gay_Sex, Foreplay, Lapdance, Peterick, Best_Friends, Sexual
      Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-11 Words: 832
****** Why Don't You Show Me a Little Bit of Spine? ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     being friends with pete can really be a chore. but sometimes it can
     pay off, too, though patrick would never admit that.
Notes
     for kali
being best friends with pete was such a chore.
"Pete, seriously, even if I wanted to fuck you, it wouldn't be legal. You just
turned 18, and I'm still a minor."
"but Tricky..." he whined, sticking his lip out in an irritatingly adorable
pout as he was fucking straddling patrick's fucking lap, "...it's not my fault
you're such irresistible jailbait..." he was fucking stroking patrick's fucking
sideburns. sometimes patrick wondered why he even stuck with pete. pete whose
hands were now on patrick's fucking chest as he kissed his fucking neck.
patrick didn't sign up for this. when he signed on to this friendship, this was
not in the contract. he didn't want to be the victim of a horny, squirmy idiot
(who always had the worst ideas and patrick, as his best friend, always ended
up being the one picking up the pieces after every damn failed stupid idea.) He
wasn't legally bonded to this ass, so why did he stick with him? because he
loved him. he hated to admit it, but it was true. so painfully true. not that
he'd ever admit it, or that he was gay in the slightest. pete, on the other
hand, was always spewing "gay above the belt" bullshit, but patrick was sure it
was just for show. you don't just have an ass like that and not use it.
wait, what the fuck? patrick was more than a little disturbed to find himself
thinking about his best friend's ass, but what was more disturbing was that
pete was now giving him a lapdance. and, to make it worse, he was good at it.
like, off-duty-stripper good. now, patrick was aware of pete's resemblance to a
hooker in disguise, but he had never, ever, not once in his lifeeven dreamt
that he'd enjoy being grinded on by peter fucking wentz. 
pete was still working at patrick, trying to get him to give in, but patrick
wasn't planning on losing so much as his hat. not that that would keep pete
from trying or anything. all of a sudden, his lips were brushing against
patrick's ear and he was fucking moaning and mumbling to patrick.
"please, patrick... more... give me more... i want to hear you moan..." 
as if that wasn't terrifying enough, patrick was already hard, and pete fucking
knew it. and that was bad. really bad. being hard for pete was like giving a
kid candy for pulling his sister's hair. of course, being encouraged, pete was
now lifting patrick's shirt over his head. what's worse is that patrick wasn't
putting up any kind of fight at this point- only watching pete as he continued
to grind on patrick, who was biting his lip to make sure he didn't moan and egg
him on anymore. soon, patrick had lost his shirt, and his arms were crossed as
he glared at his friend on top of him.
"Alright, fine. you win. you got my shirt off. now can you get off of me?" 
but pete wasn't just playing a game anymore. 
"P-patrick, please... just- just once, okay? nobody has to find out..." 
he was practically begging. it was pathetic, the way he was gazing into
patrick's eyes. his face had a mix of lust, determination and desperation.
patrick actually felt kind of bad. but that didn't last long before pete was
whispering in his ear again. 
"I've wanted this for so long..."
for fuck's sake, pete was totally palming him through his jeans now. patrick
moans quietly, and pete smirks triumphantly before kissing down his chest, his
lips curling around one of patrick's nipples. eventually, patrick gave in,
moaning softly, arching his back. 
"P-pete..." he whimpers quietly, pulling at pete's shirt until he pulls away,
allowing patrick to take it off. 
without another word, pete was working at the button on patrick's jeans,
climbing off of him only to pull them off and toss them aside. pete was now
sitting beside patrick, his hands on patrick's pale thighs, his lips on his
neck. this was so fucked up, but not nearly fucked up as the fact that pete's
hand was in his fucking boxers, his fingers curled around patrick's fucking
cock. 
pete began to pump his hand slowly, causing patrick to moan. 
"do you like that, Tricky?..." pete smirked, his hand moving faster. eventually
thrusting into pete's hand, pulling him closer, pressing their lips together.
pete's tongue ran across patrick's bottom lip before he bit it, tugging gently
as patrick let out a loud moan, coming in his boxers. 
"Good boy..." pete mumbled fondly, kissing his forehead. pete was fucking
exhausting. "I call big spoon!" 
Patrick sighed, lying on his side, deciding he might as well let pete have
this. it's not like he had any dignity left to save at this point. 
patrick should've known from the start that there was no way of keeping his
clothes on if pete wanted them off. being friends with pete was such a fucking
chore. 
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o. But all this awkward dancing around each other at work is killing me.
Just, I don't know, say what you need to. Get it out."
She shifts her hips, her head cocking slightly as she speaks. "I don't have
anything to say. I just want to know why you lied, I don't understand." Her
eyes dart towards the floor and around the room. She was avoiding eye contact
with you, and it reminds you of when her eyes were all over your face, your
eyes, your lips. You want to be that close to her again, you want her warmth
back on your chest, her breath against yours.
You shake your head, focusing on right now, and not four days ago. "Emma, I
just-" You laugh, something sarcastic that roles off your tongue like
firecrackers. "I just want to be your friend, I mean shit. I know Kieran had
something planned with you, but why not live a little? I didn't know anyone was
gonna drug anything, I didn't plan that. I just didn't want to be a... fuck I
don't know." Your words are pouring out of your now before you can damn them
back up, and you can't keep your eyes on anywhere but the floor. "I don't want
you to think I'm a creep."
She falls silent beside you, and you don't want to look at her. You want to
keep your eyes glued to the floor, breathe your words back into your mouth and
pretend she never approached you in the first place. You should've just said it
was just some elaborate prank, let yourself fall into your respected roll of
the asshole and pretend you had no clue what the concept of emotions were.
"Eli," She leans in closer to you, and you can't tell if she does it on purpose
or not. "I don't think you're a creep, I'm sorry I ever even said that-"
"No," You hate to cut her off, you really do, but your don't want to hear her
guilt fueled apologies. "It suits. Don't worry. Just..." You turn back to the
mug rack, picking another glass up slowly. "Just forget about it."
You turn to her, a sad smile masking your face as you look at the mug rack past
her. You just needed to make it through closing, that's all you needed to do.
"Eli..."
You move past her, mugs in hand, and you try your hardest to ignore the
desperate tone in her voice. You try your hardest to tell yourself it's all in
your head, the way she leans a little closer, the way she takes the mugs from
your hands, the way she pushes her mouth against yours.
Her lips are soft, and warm, and you still can't decide if this is real life or
not. Her hands run up your forearms and meet with yours, your fingers lacing as
she backs you slowly against the counter behind you. Your careful at first,
gently pressing your lips against her, barely taking her bottom lip between
your teeth. But she feels so damn good, her tongue ghosting against the
underside of your bottom lip, and you can't fucking handle it anymore.
You push yourself off the counter, pulling your hands over the backs of her
thighs as you force her to trade places with you, placing her ass down on the
counter with her legs on either side of your hips.
You press your mouth against hers like you'll never get the chance again,
because you probably won't. Her tongue is magic against yours, her hands
finding their way into your hair as your grope gently at her hips.
Her tshirt rides up slowly, and her bare skin feels so perfect and soft against
your palms, and she lightly bucks her hips into yours, just subtly enough for
you to moan softly into her mouth.
You wanted to take her wrists in your hand, pin her against the wall and do
what you've been dreaming about ever since you laid your eyes on her, but this
felt so wrong.
She loved Kieran, she still loved him. There was no doubt in your mind about
it, and this didn't mean something to her like it did to you.
Her teeth pull at your bottom lip, her fingers toying with your belt loops. You
loved the feeling of her, loved her against you with your moans in her mouth,
but so were Kieran's.
"Emma..." You pull away, and dammit you hate yourself for it, but you know this
is better than the pain of taking it too far and dealing with regret (not from
you, but from her) later on.
Her eyes are wild and her cheeks are rosy pink, her breath falling in short
pants. "What?"
You set your hands on either side of her waist, leaning in just barely, your
noses practically touching. "I don't want to be a one time fuck against the
counter in a coffee shop."
She shakes her head desperately, her hair falling loose around her face and
damn it you want so badly to force your hips against hers and make her moan the
memories away.
"It doesn't have to be one time, not if you don't want it too."
You laugh sadly, something breathy that slides off your tongue like oil. "You
still love Kieran, Emma."
You fall away from her as you speak, untangling your body from hers and leaving
her on the counter as you walk back to your mugs, picking them up and stacking
them slowly.
She doesn't move for a minute, and you know her eyes are looking over your back
as you work, and you want to turn around so damn badly. You mean, holy shit,
the amount of willpower you're using right now is fucking crazy.
"Eli, do you know how long I've wanted this? How long I've wanted to kiss you?"
She hops off the counter, her face determined as she paces over to were you
stand. You barely look at her, trying to resist the urge to push her against
every wall in this place, give her exactly what she wants.
"Don't you want Kieran too? News flash: You can't have us both. More at ten."
She huffs at your words, and she pushes you around slightly, forcing you to
look at her.
"Than just let me have you."
You roll your eyes, your heart drumming against your rib cage so hard you think
she might hear it. "I don't believe that shit for a second."
"Eli, I like you. Me and Kieran have nothing to do with this. He's not here,
and he won't be. Not anymore."
Your eyes fall over her blushed face, taking in the crease of her brows, the
purse of her lips as she speaks. You can't trust yourself on this, you can't
trust her. Hasn't she left Kieran in the past, just to come running back? You
just can't let yourself get hurt so easily.
"Please believe me Eli. I want you." Her palm falls against your chest, and
your try your hardest to ignore it. "I want you, and only you, and Kieran has
nothing to do with anything in this room right now. Just-"
"Shut up."
You shove your mouth against hers before she can say another word, your hands
cupping her face and your tongue running over her lips to part them.
Her hands are pressed against your chest, forming fistfuls of your shirt as you
grab her by the underneath of her ass, pressing her against the wall behind
you.
She pulls away first, her fingers slipping under your shirt as she tries
desperately to tug it off of you.
Your shirt is gone in second, and soon so is hers, and you don't know how but
she's got you pressed against the wall now, and her hands are swiftly
unbuttoning your pants. She falls to her knees, her delicate fingers prying at
your zipper, and you let the back of your head fall against the wall as you
sigh in disbelief. This was fucking happening.
She frees you from your pants in seconds, palming your dick slowly as her eyes
glance up to meet yours. Fuck, she was hot.
You moan into the air of the empty shop as her soft lips press against the head
of your dick, parting slowly to allow her tongue to lick down the base as she
takes you in her mouth inch by inch.
"Fuck, Emma," Your hand falls down into her hair as she bobs gently, her tongue
sliding over the head of your cock roughly, causing your hips to buck into her
slightly.
You try your hardest not to make a fist of her hair, but she goes down all the
way again, and it's damn near impossible not to.
You're so close to coming, even after only a few minutes, and you force
yourself to grab Emma and bring her to her feet, trading spots and pressing
against the wall behind you.
Your mouth is clumsily all over hers again, her hand softly stroking you as
your fingers fiddle with the button of her pants. By some act of god, you
finally get them undone, pushing them to the floor as she kicks them off with
her shoes.
You take her hips in your hands, pressing your erection against the small space
in between her thighs, a moan releasing into your mouth in reply, her tongue
shoved behind your top teeth.
Her hips grind in a steady pace with yours, her soft mewls releasing into the
air as you trail wet kisses down her collarbone. You stop at the edge of her
bra, unsure of what to do next.
You hadn't really done any of this before, and you were sort of just going off
of instinct until you ran into the roadblock that is Emma's bra.
"Uh," Your words fumble to form in your mouth as you awkwardly rest your hands
against Emma's hip. "Em, can I uh, take your bra off? Or..."
She looks at your through half lidded eyes, a moan catching in her throat as
you continue to grind yourself onto her, not wanting to kill whatever was
happening.
"Eli," Her words are gasped rather than spoken, and it's the hottest damn thing
you've ever heard. "Please, just take my damn bra off already."
You unsnap the bra from the middle, pulling it off slowly as you press your
head against her shoulder. Her breasts were small, slightly perky, with silver
dollar sized puffy nipples.
You run your hand from her waist and over her chest slowly as you dab kisses
over her collar bone, and her nipple automatically stiffens from your touch.
She moans lightly as you take it in between your thumb and index finger,
playing with it gently before leaning down and kissing the opposite nipple.
Her hips buck into yours as you run your tongue over is slowly, and you take it
into your mouth, letting your teeth bite down on it lightly.
"Eli, don't be a tease."
She shoves your hands down to her hips, and it's almost like you had forgotten
that you were supposed to be fucking Emma Duval.
You don't give a shit about taking off her cute wonder woman underwear as you
take your thumb as pull the fabric to side, pressing your dick against her bare
sex, and holy shit, you just about come right there.
She bites her bottom lip as you fill her, pushing in slowly as you bury your
face into curve her neck.
"Fuck..." The word slips from your mouth softly and into her ear, and you can't
keep it in because Jesus Christ, she was so tight.
She felt perfect around you, and you started to worry about you hurting her as
her teeth stayed perfectly locked onto her bottom lip.
You let her adjust before moving slowly, just barely enough for her to let her
bottom lip fall, a long and genuine groan escaping from her mouth to fill the
air. It urges you to move faster, and you grab the underside of her knees,
hooking them with your elbows to raise her legs around as you fuck her gently
against the wooden wall.
"Fuck, Eli, move faster,"
You laugh, something that falls out between gasps of air, and lift her legs
higher as you pound your hips into hers, her body bobbing up and down against
the wall lightly.
You were getting tired of light, getting tired of slow and gentle as Emma's
moans grew louder and the burning in between your hips grew bigger.
Your mouth connects with the skin under her jaw, biting down and sucking
harshly as you fuck her roughly against the cold wall now, her light moans
turning into soft screams as her nails find your back.
She rakes down your back as your hips pound into hers, her knees against your
biceps as you take the underneath of her jaw into your mouth, pressing your
teeth in deeply to make another mark. You wanted people to know this happened,
you wanted people to know she was yours.
"Fuck, Emma, I'm gonna..."
Your words are choked against her neck as she comes before you, her screams
muffled as she digs her teeth into the crook in between your neck and your
shoulder.
She tightens around your cock violently, her fingernails digging into the skin
of your back, and it's all you need.
You fuck her as hard as you can, forcing you both to ride out your orgasms
completely, and she releases your neck from her teeth, only to moan your name
loud enough for people in the streets to hear. Good thing it was two in the
morning.
You finish slowly, pulling out and setting her down on the counter beside you
before finding a clean dishtowel under the sink.
You clean your own dick off first, forcing yourself back in your pants as you
toss it to Emma, a sloppy love drunk grin plastered to your face.
She wears it back as you go to pick up her clothes off the ground, handing them
to her softly, and turning to face the sink as you pulled your own shirt back
over you.
It was weird, you had seen all of Emma now, but you still felt uncomfortable
watching her dress, whether she was talking clothes off or putting them on.
"You can look now."
Her voice is soft, and you turn sharply to look at her, her back slumped
against the wall behind her as she looks up at you through dreamy eyes. Her
hair screams "I just had sex against a wall" but you liked it that way, because
you were the one who made it look like that.
Apparently yours did too, because she takes a cautious hand and cards through
your hair slowly, smoothing it down.
"How was that?" You couldn't help but ask, you mean, who wouldn't want to know?
For your first time, you thought you did pretty damn good.
She laughs, something sleepy that bubbles out of her mouth slowly. She doesn't
answer, but the heavy blush setting into her cheeks is enough answer for you.
Your eyes fall over her neck.
"Holy shit."
"What?"
Your hands reaches up before you can stop it, pressing your thumb against the
two deep purple bruises on her neck. "Uh, well, shit."
"It's okay," She giggles, and fuck, it sounds like Christmas. "You've got one
too."
You grin, leaning in to kiss her softly on the corner of her smile.
"You think they got cameras in here?"
Her eyes widen with a small panic as your eyes dart around the ceiling, a short
laugh falling from your mouth.
She shrugs. "Fuck it, who ever is watching got one hell of a show."
You laugh, something genuine that even takes Emma back a little. "Yeah," A sly
grin spreads over your faces as your eyes fall over hers. "What a creep."
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