Fall Out Boy

Road Trip (Peterick) (P!ATD)

"Brandon! Patrick! Let's go!" Pete shouted. "We've gotta get on the road!" The boys were heading down to the beach, Patrick, Brandon, Ryan, and Pete.

Patrick appeared not a moment later, fixing his fedora and hopping in the car. Brandon rushed out and sat next to him, shouting, "OKAY, WE'RE ALL HERE LET'S GO FUCKERS!" making Pete and Ryan laugh.

"We all ready? Remember, no stops." Pete warned. Patrick nodded, fidgeting in his seat.

"Hell yeah, now go!" Brandon said. Pete started to drive, glancing up in his mirror to catch a glimpse of Patrick. He looked troubled and uncomfortable.

"You okay, Trick?" Pete asked. Patrick hummed a yes, putting his headphones on backwards so they wouldn't go over his fedora. Brandon chuckled a bit, catching Patrick's attention.

"You know, I find it hot when you wear your headphones like that." Brandon said bluntly. Patrick blushed as Ryan and Pete laughed, putting his music on to block out the sound.

"I'm gonna get a bit of sleep, wake me up in an hour or so." Patrick muttered. Brandon nodded, and with that, Patrick took a long drink of his tea and rested his head to sleep.

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Patrick jumped awake as something prodded his arm. He looked over, removing his headphones and meeting Brandon's gaze.

"Hey. You said in about an hour, it's been one and a half." Brandon said softly, smiling. Patrick nodded.

"Thanks, Brand- hng!" Patrick squeezed his legs together as something pushed on his lower stomach. Ryan looked back, concerned.

"You okay, Patrick?" He asked. Patrick nodded, loosening his legs as the pressure ebbed away.

"Yeah. I- how much longer, Pete?" Patrick asked. Pete hesitated, eyeing Patrick through the mirror.

"Uh.... About 2 and a half more hours, babe. Why?" Pete answered. Patrick winced, crossing his legs.

"Alright. Just- just curious." Patrick muttered. Brandon scanned over him, deciphering his body language and coming up with a guess.

"Ohh. Guys, I think he needs to use the bathroom." Brandon concluded. Patrick winced again at the thought, squeezing his legs together as the pressure increased.

"Really, Patrick? I told you to go before we left!" Ryan said. Patrick ducked his head and blushed a deep red.

"Leave him alone. How long can you hold it, Trick?" Pete asked. Patrick pondered on it for a moment before wincing again.

"N-not long," He choked out. "Maybe an hour?" Pete sighed, seeing Brandon bite his lip and cross his legs.

"God, do you have to go too, Brandon?" He asked. Brandon shook his head, slipping his hand down between his thighs.

"No, I just.... Mmn, it's nothing." Brandon mumbled. Ryan looked back, eyeing Brandon with a smirk. He turned back around and stated out the window.

Pete focused on all of Patrick's little whines and moans as he fidgeted around behind him, oblivious to everything else.

Patrick drank the last bit of his tea, bouncing his legs rapidly. He hummed along to his song to avoid whining anymore. His one hand propped up his chin on the car door, the other placed gingerly over his thigh.

They sat in silence for the next half hour, nothing really happening besides Patrick wincing whenever they hit a bump.

Patrick now had his one hand tucked tightly between his thighs, legs bouncing and double-crossed. Pete took a sharp and sudden turn, the liquid in Patrick shifting and pushing down on him. He moaned a little louder than he should've, squeezing himself tighter together.

Brandon rubbed his hard-on gently at Patrick's moan, watching as his boyfriend Ryan bounced animatedly around in his seat which was not helping his situation what-so-ever.

"You alright, Patrick?" Pete asked, examining him through the mirror again. Patrick whined and nodded, humming his yes again and squeezing his legs together again. He tried to think about anything but his rapidly filling bladder, but it always circled back to the pressure on his crotch.

In time he just stopped trying to distract himself and only focused on holding it in. He found himself tired again, though, and falling asleep. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and didn't want to sleep now. But, regardless, his body gave way to another half hour of sleep.

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This time Patrick was awoken by Brandon's moan, not his push. He glanced over at him to see his hand in his jeans. Patrick blushed and looked away, whining as he remembered the pressure being applied to his lower body.

Pete glanced up at Patrick through his mirror, and seeing him squirming around turned him on.

Ryan glanced over at Pete as he shifted in his seat, catching sight of his erection. He looked back at Brandon, who still had his hand in his jeans like no one was around.

Patrick pushed both hands down between his tight legs desperately, moaning as his lower body was pressured again.

"Trick, you alright?" Pete asked, watching him through the mirror. Patrick whined in response, holding himself tighter.

"How long, Pete?" Patrick asked. Pete could hear the need in his voice, tightening his jeans more.

"Ah, about 45 minutes. Hang in there," Pete responded, he teeth refusing to part. He heard Patrick whine again, pressing himself tighter.

"Hng! I can't hold it anymore, Pete!" Patrick moaned. Pete knew he was serious, also evidenced by the small wet spot between his legs. Brandon gasped and relaxed, his hand resting in his jeans. He glanced over to Patrick and pulled his hand away, wiping it on the thigh of his jeans.

"He's gonna piss himself soon, Pete. He can't hold it for another 45." Brandon uttered. Pete nodded as Patrick whined again.

"Ngh! P-Pete!" Patrick moaned, the wet spot on his jeans growing a little. Ryan drank the last bit of his tea jug and tossed it back toward Brandon. Brandon caught it, thinking for a moment.

"Patrick, I know you're gonna be a wet mess soon, and I know you're not gonna like this, but just- just piss in the bottle." Brandon said. Patrick stared at him for a moment before moaning and pinching his eyes shut again.

"Patrick, please. I can't stand to see you like this, and I know Pete's gonna lose his mind soon." Brandon said, Pete sitting up at the sound of his name.

"He's right- I don't think Pete can get any harder." Ryan commented, Pete blushing a dark red. Patrick blushed, too, before moaning again and squeezing himself tighter together.

Patrick hesitantly took the bottle and unzipped his jeans, pausing and glancing at Brandon. Brandon turned away, feeling his jeans tighten again as he heard Patrick moan at the loss of tension in his lower body.

Pete shifted awkwardly in his seat as the silence droned on, finally seizing when Patrick twisted the cap back on and sighed, Brandon turning back around and glancing up through the skylight.

Patrick sighed and rubbed between his thighs, now sore from all the pressure that was on it prior. He bit his lip, suppressing another moan as he pushed harder.

'Okay, that's too much. Stop, you can wait until we get to the house.' Patrick coaxed himself. He slipped his hand away gently, raising it up to his headphones and adjusting them. He blocked out any other noise, letting his music take over.

"Longest. Car ride. Ever." Ryan said blatantly. Pete pulled into a skill driveway next to the beach, parking by a house. Damn. Those 45 minutes went by quick.

Pete pulled out the keys and hopped out of the car, saying, "Well! Let's get this vacation started, boys."