Fall Out Boy

Coffee And Boners (Peterick)

(Pete is literally me)

Patrick sat at the table, scrolling through his Twitter and sipping at his coffee. Pete sat across from him, not sure why Patrick was drinking coffee at 9 at night. He was currently staring at Patrick's blue eyes, turned an even brighter blue by the glare of his screen.

It kind of turned him on, the pink of Patrick's lips brightening with the heat of the brown liquid. The neon blue flash in the small man's eyes, the way his light brown hair under his fedora brushed over his head and just over his eyes and-

What was he saying? There was no way he liked Patrick. Sure, the kid was hot, but there was no way he actually had feelings for Patrick. Was there?

Nah.

He ignored it, biting into his burrito he had on his plate. Why did I order this so huge? He wondered, setting it down on his plate and shifting in his seat and- oh.

Pete glanced down at his lap briefly, tensing slightly as he noticed the growing bulge in his jeans.

"EEK! Fuck," Pete's eyes shot up to Patrick as he heard him squeal. Patrick had jolted up out of his seat, his coffee cup tipped over and Patrick's "lower region" completely soaked.

And fuck he looked hot.

Pete rushed over, setting the cup upright and grabbing a towel before handing it to a shocked and slightly burnt Patrick.

"Ahh, thanks, Pete...." Patrick said, leaning on the wall and wiping himself off. Pete really tried not to watch, but it was hard. And so was he, at this point. He grabbed another towel and got on his knees to start cleaning the floor and the chair. He tried to ignore the small grunts and squeaks and noises coming from Patrick, but soon it was all he could hear. It went past his head and straight to his dick, only tightening his jeans more.

"Ugh.... Sorry, Pete but thanks for helping me clean up- I'm gonna go change.... Hmn," Patrick said softly before walking to his room. But not before Pete noticed him grab himself with a slight squeeze after wiping off what he could.

"Oh my god- stop it." Pete muttered to himself, wiping up the rest of the coffee and going to make Patrick a new cup. His mind wandered to unwanted places as he set the filter in, worsening as he watched it pour in.

How would Patrick be in bed? Do you think he'd let you get in bed? My dick isn't special. Ohh, how big do you think his dick is? FUCK PETE, STOP IT!

Pete shook his head to clear the thoughts away, setting Patrick's new coffee cup on the table in his previous spot. He was just about to sit down, stopping dead when Patrick walked back out. His eyes automatically fluttered downward, widening as he noticed Patrick's jeans were his super-skinnies, and they showed off all the right places.

Pete blushed madly, forcing himself to look away and sit down before Patrick noticed his big-ass boner. Damnit, stop it, Wentz! Pete shook his head and bit his burrito again.

"Oh- thank you for making me another, Pete. That was sweet." Patrick said, flashing one of those infamous Drop-Dead Stump Smiles that drove everyone insane. Pete stared into his blue eyes again, getting lost in them.

"Hey, Pete? You okay?" It took him a second to realize Patrick was talking to him.

"What? Oh- yeah, uhm, not a problem." Pete said casually, crossing his legs tightly. That was when he decided enough was enough.

"P-Patrick? Where's your bathroom?" He asked nervously. Patrick looked up through his eyelashes, batting them innocently.

"Third door on your left." Patrick said, pointing down the hallway. Pete nodded his thanks, walking back and shutting the door behind him, slamming his back into the wall and moaning.

"Ahh, Patrick, fuck...."