Summary:
Out in the field when the first has been born
Folks sing a song, song of the corn
Late in the day when the secrets are sworn
Folks tell a tale, tale of the corn
I heard a commotion one late afternoon
Someone was singing a funeral tune
As I lay watching them hoist up the cross
Something was burning, something was lost
Could you believe what the scarecrow had seen
Folks come to fall down to their knees
Rumors of strangers been buried alive
Black bats and barnyards send chills at my spine
Song of the corn- The Coral
Notes:
This fic is dedicated to my internet friend/madre (she wishes to remain unnamed), who requested I write this fic and helped me with it. The fic is unbeta'd but I am pretty good with grammar when I'm actually trying so it should turn out alright.
Just FYI this is an AU where neither of them are married ok their wives are total babes and this is not meant to do them any harm.
Disclaimer: This never happened. it is using real people but the events are not real.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Work Text:
Holy crap Pete was buzzed.
Despite many fans insisting to the contrary, he was in fact getting old, and he just couldn't move like he used to. One time a few weeks back, he tried to do a tornado kick off the drum rise and threw his back in. But not being able to use the boundless energy didn't mean it went away, far from it. He would come off the stage still thrumming with energy.
This, combined with the fact that he hadn't had sex in almost 2 weeks was making him fucking unbearable.
'Pete you need to calm down' Andy told him as they packed up. Pete couldn't see his expression behind his sunglasses but he probably looked really fucking done. Only Patrick seemed to realize there was something else to it. As they head out to face the fans, he leaned over and whispered in Pete's ear.
'You know it's a hotel night tonight. If I'm reading the vibes you're giving off right, I think I can give you what you need.' If Pete was reading the tone in Patrick's voice right, Patrick was completely right. Two weeks, and they hadn't managed to salvage even 5 minutes of alone time. Patrick made his head quieter, put him at ease, even though the thought of what he did to accomplish that put Pete on edge. Sweet baby jesus that's hot.
Pete tried to tone down the 'small child that recently ingested a candy factory' vibe until he unlocked the door to the hotel room they were sharing for the night, slipping the keycard into the back pocket of his jeans. At that point, Patrick tossed his bag into the room, grabbed Pete by the shoulders, and pushed him through and against the door. As soon as the lock clicked, Patrick's lips were on his lips, Patrick's hands gracing his body fervently. He kissed down his jawline to his neck, biting down, making Pete groan. He kissed a trail back up to Pete's ear, thumbs hooking into the belt loops in his jeans as he whispered
'I got something special for you, for being such a good boy and waiting so long.' He led Pete over to the bed and ordered him to strip off. Pete knelt down on the clean white bedspread and watched as Patrick produced 3 items from his backpack. A condom, lube and a pair of black leather handcuffs. Nothing Pete hadn't seen before. Patrick must have seen the doubt in his eyes, as he glanced at the handcuffs and chuckled.
'No, these aren't the surprise. It's something much better than that.' He fastened the cuffs around Pete's wrists, stretching his arms up over his head. He proceeded to leave a trail of kisses down Pete's body, fingers grasping his hips so hard he knew they would leave bruises. He stopped at Pete's inner thighs, motioning for him to flip over and onto his hands and knees. 'Stay right there, don't turn around.' Patrick commanded. Pete felt the bed shift as Patrick got up. He heard the zip of a backpack as Patrick retrieved something and headed back towards the bed. He placed whatever it was down on the bed next to him, and Pete strained to get a look. There was a sudden burn as Patrick slapped him, right across his thighs.
