Fall Out Boy

Pony (Peterick)

Shut the fuck up, I know this is from Magic Mike.

Pete was laying on the couch, playing around with Flappy Bird on his phone. Patrick sat in the chair next to him petting his hair and scrolling through his Twitter.

Pete had the radio playing on the tv, just having a random station on. The song that was playing currently was the ending of Thnks Fr Th Mmrs. Neither said a word, or even questioned why it was on the radio.

A few moments later, Pete literally dropped his phone when he heard the next song. It fell flat on the floor, and he smirked up at Patrick as the steady rhythm played. Patrick's eyes widened, his face flushing red. He looked at Pete, biting his lip, for he knew what came next.

"C'mere, baby...." Pete whispered, pulling Patrick on the couch with him. He twisted over so Patrick was beneath him rather than over him, because Patrick didn't like to top- Pete on the other hand loved it. He immediately stripped his shirt off, lowering down and kissing Patrick roughly, grinding down onto him.

Patrick moaned softly, running his hands down Pete's bare back. Pete smirked, nibbling down Patrick's body and stopping at his zipper. He gripped it with his teeth, sliding it down slowly. He popped open the button afterward, palming Patrick's half-hard erection. Patrick moaned again, squirming slightly and setting his fedora and glasses down on the table beside them.

Pete slid back up breifly, grinding down with the beat. Patrick shifted his hips, biting his lip harshly. Pete pushed Patrick's jeans away, letting his boxers follow close behind. He pulled his own jeans down, biting Patrick's lip gently as he pushes his boxers down. He pulled away from the kiss, having Patrick slick his fingers.

Patrick sucked on them, slicking them as well as he could. After a few moments he pulled them out, pressing them into Patrick.

I'll be your pony, let's do it. Ride it, my pony. My saddle's waiting, come and, jump on it....

Pete glanced up at Patrick briefly. "You ready?" He asked. Patrick nodded, tensing and waiting. Pete pushed in quickly, giving Patrick some time to adjust before thrusting in time with the beat. Patrick threw his head back, moaning out probably loud enough for anyone to hear.

Pete moaned as Patrick started singing along with Pony, and it was just about the hottest thing he'd heard. He thrusted faster and at a few different angles until Patrick screamed out his name.

"P-P-PETE!" He shrieked as Pete hit that specific spot. He thrusted harder there, handing Patrick in time with it. It wasn't long before they were both close to the edge, and Pete knew Patrick's capability of holding back was weaker than his own. He handed him faster, wincing as he thrust harder into him.

Patrick moaned out again, shaking slightly. "P-Pete, fuck, please....!" Patrick whimpered, releasing onto his and Pete's stomachs. Pete wasn't done yet. He pounded into Patrick, holding out until the song was finished, then releasing inside Patrick.

"Ahh! You.... Fuck, you really get into.... That song...." Patrick muttered breathlessly. Pete nodded, pulling out of him gently. He relaxed, along with Patrick, as Listen To Your Heart came on. He didn't bother skipping it- he was too tired to care. Plus, the tune and piano lulled them to sleep as their post-sex highs wore down.

(Sorry if that seemed rushed)