Fall Out Boy

The Song Titles Aren't The Only Thing That's Long (Peterick)

[warning: I did put some lemons in here, so beware. :/]

Pete kind of liked seeing Patrick desperate in two situations: bathroom sense, and sexual sense. He'd seen Patrick almost piss himself only once before, but his sexual side was there a lot.

Patrick would always have this huge hard-on at the worst possible times, and end up moaning while they were talking or performing.

Today Pete was gonna see if he could get lightning to strike twice. They were in the middle of an interview, and Pete could tell Patrick already had to use the bathroom. He kept crossing and uncrossing his legs, never sitting still for more than a few seconds.

At one point the interviewer asked, "What do you like to do in your free time?" and Pete knew just how to answer to get Patrick off.

"Oh, when we're not performing? I dunno, sometimes when I'm alone some shit goes down, but...." Pete answered, rolling his eyes to the back of his head and pumping his wrist on air, dropping his mouth open in a silent moan.

The crowd cheered at that, and Pete smiled and saw Patrick wince and push his legs harder together. Perfect. His smile widened as everyone else laughed- besides Patrick.

"One more thing," the interviewer asked, "can you guys sing tonight?" Patrick hissed and Pete shook his head.

"Patrick messed up his voice last night, so no can do." Pete lied. Patrick nodded his thanks and the audience 'aw'ed. The boys were dismissed and Patrick was the first to leave. Pete rushed after him, catching up at the dressing room.

"Hey, you alright?" Pete asked in a low voice. Patrick bit his lip and nodded as Pete walked in the bathroom. He heard a faint whine on the other side of the door, knowing Patrick was getting desperate- and apparently fast. He flushed, wetting his hands and walking out. He flicked some water on Patrick, causing him to whimper.

Pete smiled and sat down on Patrick like he always did, straddling him and feeling Patrick's erection press into his leg.

"Trick, lighten up." Pete said softly as Patrick squirmed beneath him. Patrick had Pete's weight on him so he could move him legs at all, which were now spread wide. He just sat there holding it as best he could until an urge swept over him, and his hands cupped between his thighs.

Patrick moaned as he squeezed himself tighter, looking up at Pete. Pete eyes him innocently, his face blushing as well as Patrick's.

"Pete, p-please get off," Patrick moaned, squeezing himself again. Pete nodded quickly, dismounting Patrick and leaving, really just pressing his ear to the door. He heard the bathroom door close an open again a few minutes later.

Patrick sighed as he sat down on the couch. He looked around an saw he was alone- more good news for his hard-on. He subconsciously rubbed between his thighs, letting a moan escape his lips.

That was all Pete needed to hear to know it was working. He but his lip, considering the right time to go in.

Patrick slowly unzipped his jeans, pushing his boxers away and pulling on himself lightly, causing a long but soft moan. He began pumping on himself gingerly, getting faster over time and chewing his lip vigorously. Soon he found himself moaning his friend's name a little too loud.

Pete jumped on the other side of the door at the sound of his name. Okay, that wasn't part of the plan. Pete debated on walking in right then, pushing the door open silently.

Patrick's soft moaning became audible as Pete entered cautiously. Patrick was facing away from him, eyes closed. Pete approached hesitantly, blushing as Patrick moaned his name again.

He placed his hand over Patrick's, his friend's eyes shooting open in shock. He stared at Pete as he continued working, moaning as he replaced Patrick's hand with his own.

"Pete, ahn, w-what are you-" Patrick was cut short as Pete straddled him, dipping his head down to replace his hand. Patrick threw his head back, knocking off his fedora and moaning loudly. Pete hummed against Patrick, slipping his hand down and palming himself simultaneously.

Pete felt Patrick getting closer, also evidenced by how loud he was getting. Pete bit down lightly at his tip, causing Patrick to yelp and look down. Pete shot him that 'shut up' look, in which he went back to biting his lip.

Pete slowed down as Patrick was driven closer to the edge, still working both himself and Patrick. He pulled his head off Patrick, biting his lip and rolling his eyes into his head. Patrick whined at the loss, digging his fingers into the couch.

Pete made his way back down to Patrick, teasing him, and before long he had Patrick keening for him to keep going.

"You sure?" Pete asked breathlessly. Patrick moaned and nodded quickly.

"Ah, God, just do it!" Patrick whimpered. Pete sensed the need in his voice and smile. That worked. He was able to get back down on Patrick for less than a minute before he hit his peak. Pete flicked his head away, licking the small portion of it off his lips.

He then licked it off of Patrick, pulling one last moan from him.

"Oh. My. God."

Pete and Patrick flicked their heads up to see Joe and Andy standing in the doorway. Andy dropped his coffee, and neither Pete nor Patrick moved, seeing the smirk on Joe's face.

"Well, uhm- it's not.... Shit,"

(A/N: okay, I'm sorry, I got bored and this is the shit that goes down. It's lemony, I get it. I probably won't do more like this unless specifically requested to do so)