Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Pete and Patrick - The Lung Fic

(A/N Once again, from the mind of @falloutgirlfob and I, here is... PETE AND PATRICK REACTING TO THE LUNG FIC. NOT JUST THEIR KIDS.) (P.S. New writing style! First person this time!)

I run into Fall Out Boy's recording studio, where only two of the boys were.
"I got something to show ya!" I called out, busting threw the doors.
"What is it?" Pete asked, turning in his chair.
Patrick really didn't care.
"It's a story," I replied.
"Oh god no," Patrick said. "Not again. Not after... The Hat Fic."
"Yeah!" Pete agreed. "I can't talk to Dan or Phil now!"
"No, please," I insisted. "This one is better."
"Fine, just because you're cute," Pete said.
"Hey! She's my girlfriend," Patrick said, hugging you legs.
"You guys ready?" I asked, pulling a chair near them.
"Sure," Patrick said, grabbing my hand and giving Pete a dirty look.
I coughed, and prepared to read the gruesome story. "Patrick walks into the classroom where his favorite teacher works. 'I want to bend you over a desk and fuck you so hard, Wentz,' he growls.
'Mmm, fuck yes, Daddy,' Pete replies, 'Do it right now.' Patrick strides over to Pete cockily. 'Bend over that desk, and lose the pants, cumslut,' He hisses."
Neither Pete, or Patrick were doing anything. They just stared at me. So, I continued.
"'I don't think I can take them off without help, Daddy,' Pete says innocently. Patrick leans over and palms Pete through his jeans. 'You have to ask nicely,' he teases. Pete moans seductively. 'Please daddy, help me,' he begs. 'Beg for it, emococksucker,' Patrick growls."
"Emo cock sucker..?" Pete mumbles.
"'Pattycakes, please undress me,' Pete whines, 'Pretty please with lube on top?' 'You bet there will be lube on top,' Patrick says as he winks at Pete. 'Thank you, Daddy,' Pete smiles. 'You're welcome, faggot,' Patrick replies as he rips off Pete's jeans."
"Don't call me Pattycakes anymore," Patrick said.
Pete and Patrick exchanged looks.
"We've had enough!" Pete yelled. "I'm going back to writing an album about Mikey Way- I mean, oh fuck this."
Patrick kissed my cheek. "Never read anything like that again. Or, I swear, nothing will be in it for us."
"Shut up, Pat," I said.
I got up, and walked out of the studio.
"I hate you a lot now!" Pete called out.
"I know you love me," I called back.
I unlocked my phone and it had another webpage open. "Next, The Milk Fic..."