Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

Chapter Twenty Four - Show Me Your Love Before The World Catches Up

(Brendon's Point Of View)

Without any warning I subconsciously put my hands on Patrick's waist and kiss him on the lips passionately. My right hand slides from his waist to his back and goes halfway down his pants. What the hell am I doing?

Patrick pulls away standing up exclaiming, "Brendon what the hell are you doing?" I don't even know myself.

"I-I...uh...don't know." I look away from him, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"No need to be sorry Brendon," Patrick sits back down by me and hugs me which was pretty odd, but I hug back crying into his shoulder for no reason, "Brendon, there is no need to be crying over this." He rubs my back.

I remove my head from his shoulder and look into his beautiful emerald eyes, snap out of it, I shake my head, "T-that w-wasn't the reason w-why I am c-crying. I'm or was crying because...it doesn't matter anyways."

"It does matter. Do you want to talk about it?" Patrick asks sympathetically.

"No. I'm not comfortable." I answer.

"You sure?" He puts his hand on my thigh and rubs his hand, "I am here for you. You can talk about anything with me."

"Yes I'm sure and I know you are, you always are." I smile.

"I understand." Patrick stands up and heads for the door, "I got to go home. It's late." Putting on his jacket.

"Please don't go." I mention. You are just getting yourself in trouble.

"Why?"

"Because...I'm lonely." Shut up!

Patrick laughs, "Really? Well then again I will be too, but I have to go. Sorry."

"Oh okay. Bye then." I sigh and turn the T.V. on, putting it on Always Sunny In Philadelphia.

Patrick just stands there hesitating to leave, then eventually he walks away from the door and hangs his jacket back up. "I decide I am staying for the night. Where is your guest bedroom again?" My heart skips a beat to this and I don't know why.

"It is the second room on the right. It has it's own bathroom."

"Thank you." With that he leaves.

I may as well get ready for bed too. As I walk to my room I start taking my tie and shirt off. I close and lock the door getting undressed out of the rest of my clothes. I take a quick shower to get this food out of my hair, get out and dress in just these black pajama pants leaving my shirt off. After, I head back into the living room, sits down in "my" chair and continue watching Always Sunny. Weirdly I find Mack looking a lot like Pete, but I know it's just me. I wasn't nearly tired yet so, I had to pass the time some how. Hopefully falling asleep soon.

Ten minutes pass and Patrick sits in the chair across from me, "Still up I see?"

"Yup. I'm surprised you of all people is still up. I thought that is why you wanted to go home? Also, what made you decide to stay?"

"Yeah I know and I don't want to be alone. I get scared easily. Since Pete isn't coming back home until New Years Eve, I'm not missing anything." He chuckles.

"Good, now we can be slumber buddies." I laugh.

"That actually isn't a bad idea," Patrick yawns loudly and shakes his head. "Now I am tired." He gets up from the chair stretching. "Goodnight, but I have to tell you something." Patrick grabs the remote and turns the T.V. off. Grabbing my hand practically dragging me into...my room?

"Why are we in my room?"

"Because...I have to tell you this." He giggles then he kisses me fiercely.

I step away, "Patrick! What the hell!"

"Oh come on Brendon. You know you want it." Patrick says seductively walking towards me, pulling me to him by my waist putting his face in mine. I can feel his hard-on against my leg which makes it that much more fucking awkward.

I pull my face from his, "Patrick, we are married, we can't be doing this." Patrick lowers his hand from my waist and squeezes my ass and puts his mouth at my neck kissing it.

"Push your wife aside and just give in." With that he pulls my face back to his and kisses me again, but more fiercely. Sadly I give in kissing him back and I don't know why. I regret it already.


We stay like this for awhile. The passion, the breathing gets heavier with every second passing. I lay down on the bed with him on top, his legs around my waist and his hands on my sides moving them up and down. Sticking his tongue down my throat I return it to him. Our tongues become one by them tangling with one another. I put my hand down his pants touching his ass, he moans against my mouth while pulling away for air.

"Patrick Stump moans?" I tease winking at him.

"Patrick Stump moans?" He mocks before sticking his tongue back down my throat again.

I take his pants off with his boxers throwing them to the side. I have never seen a penis other than my own and his is fucking perfection, I would have never expected a nice piece from him.

Literally right after I take his pants off, he starts grinding himself against me, kissing me more passionately. Because of this I get harder than a rock and I think Patrick noticed. He smirks getting up from my mouth, lowers his body on my body until he is between my legs. With his mouth he grabs my pants, takes them off and throws them off the bed.

"Fuck Patrick. That was hot." I wink at him, he blushes of course and I slide my hands up his stomach under his shirt and cardigan sweater causing him to moan again. Geez he fucking moans way to easily. I rip off his shirt and cardigan.

Patrick straddles my stomach and thrusts his hips rubbing his member against me, I put my hands on his hips, "You know, I would have never expected for us..." His words get cut off by moans and faster thrusts, "Holy smokes...!" He exclaims releasing himself all over my stomach and chest.

"Damn Patrick." I say as I sit up and push him on his back as I slide myself inside him or tries to anyways, "Fuck...you're tight." His eyes widen and tangles his fingers in my hair.

"Whoa dude, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just you..." I get inside his nice tight ass all the way, pull out half way and thrust back in, "Holy smokes!" I go faster and harder each time, his moans getting louder. "Brendon...fuck!" He arches his back. I think this is the first time I ever heard him cuss.

I take myself out of him and get surprised when he switches places with me, "I wasn't done with you."

"I don't care, it's my turn to fuck you. Fair warning it will hurt at first."

"Wait it hurts?" He starts putting himself inside me, "Oh fucking God it does!" I practically scream.

"It won't anymore when I get there." Goes in a little more.

"Patrick! Get your fucking nice cock out of me!"

"I'm almost...there. Speaking of tight. Just relax."

"It's kind of hard to..." Patrick goes out half way then slams back in, "Fuck!" I groan. He keeps doing that starting out slow, "Patrick just bang the shit out of me! Anything!" I exclaim desperately.

A smirk forms on his lips, "As you wish." Right then and there he thrusts faster and harder. My groans turning to moans.

"Fuck! Patrick!" I moan loudly releasing myself all over him and I.

"I can't...hold it...anymore." Patrick thrusts inside me once more, staying there and flips his head back releasing inside of me. Damn he has big loads.

Patrick collapses on top of me resting his forehead on mine, our noses touching. We look deep into each others eyes breathing heavily.