Everyone on the bus was asleep by now. Patrick stared at the curtain of his bunk, praying his eyelids would become heavy quickly. He turned to lay on his back, his hands neatly tucked behind his head, where his fingers lightly drummed to the music that was rolling around in his head. A bright light filled from behind the fabric, a text message from Pete reading, are you still up??? Patrick responded with a yes, and put the phone under his pillow. He felt the phone vibrate a few times but didn’t touch it, hoping that if he ignored Pete, that maybe they could both get some sleep.
The next thing to fill his ears was the sound of the fabric being pulled back. He panicked slightly. He felt the warm body getting in the sheets with him. “You awake?” questioned the figure, “You didn’t text back.”
“Get out Pete,” warned Patrick.
“Now we wouldn’t want to wake the guys, would we?” teased Pete. Patrick was still, while warm hands were now touching his arm. He shivered, with goosebumps appearing as Pete’s fingers were traveling his torso. Patrick’s face flushed, turning a deep scarlet. He pushed him away, but Pete slid closer, with his mouth on Patrick’s neck. His breath danced along the skin, and his mouth hovered over the flesh. A sigh escaped Patrick’s lips, as he debated if he was going to push Pete off or if this was the turning point. Pete’s hands ran over his chest, sliding down to the hem of his boxers as his lips met Patrick’s flesh, bringing his tongue to run across the skin from his neck to his chest down where his hands were rested.
Patrick’s lungs searched for air as Pete’s tongue explored the space in between Patrick’s boxers and white t-shirt. His hands grabbed the wall behind him and Pete held down his hips. Pete pulled himself back up Patrick’s body, pulling the shirt up with his teeth. Patrick protested the clothing from being removed only to be fought back by Pete meeting his lips, making his face hot. The shirt went over his head, while Pete started to suck on his shoulders. Patrick let out a soft moan, and Pete’s teeth scraped the pale skin turning it a soft pink. He stopped at the collarbone, and then bit the flesh. Patrick grunted, and Pete’s tongue led a trail down to the top of the boxers.
Patrick grabbed the sheets of the bed, his eyes following Pete. He started to stroke for Patrick, then his mouth took over. His other hand rubbed the inside of Patrick’s thigh, while the bassist’s name was panted softly. He felt his hair being grabbed, forcing to take Patrick all the way in his mouth. His hips bucked and he grunted, trying not to make much noise. Pete pulled himself up, meeting Patrick’s mouth. The vocalist parted his lips and lightly trailed them across Pete’s. His teeth met Patrick’s bottom lip, fighting back a moan. Pete was running his hands over Patrick’s shoulders and turned him on his back. Patrick attempted to control his shallow breaths, but the hands exploring his back wouldn’t allow him to have any restraint over his body. His thoughts were manipulated, and were in the possession of his best friend.
Pete felt his way down to Patrick’s entrance, brushing the skin beneath. Patrick brought himself to his knees, one hand on the wall. Pete kissed his shoulders, his head then buried itself in Patrick’s shoulder as he slipped inside of him. He held back the noise stuck in his throat, as he felt fingers grasp his shoulders. He started to stroke himself with his free hand, as the thrusts started to incline. Both moaned in unison, and Pete went deeper into Patrick. He led one hand along his best friend’s back, his movements becoming longer, more drawn out, causing Patrick to plead for more. He was bucking now, harder and deeper than before, ultimately sending Patrick over the edge. Pete’s hand clasped over the singer’s mouth, as Patrick vocalized the ecstasy running through his body. Pete continued to thrust, his mouth biting into Patrick’s shoulder. Patrick’s hand slid to Pete’s thigh, squeezing it, and began to whisper his name. Pete began to arch his back, and his hand grabbed Patrick’s. Turning his head, their lips meet just as Pete climaxed. Patrick turned on his back, Pete laying on top of him. The two were still for a moment, a smile ran across both of their faces.
“So next time, you are going to answer my texts back, right?” Pete asked.
