Peterick OneShots

Make Out Club (I'm No Good at Lip Service) NSFW

Patrick has to go on vocal rest because of a sore throat, and Pete makes him feel better. Sort of.

TW: NSFW, what plot lmao, ask to tag

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In hindsight, maybe booking so many interviews near so many shows wasn't a good idea. Patrick's voice started wavering, and he put himself on vocal rest immediately. He always hated having to do vocal rest; he didn't want to lose his voice, because cancelling shows always made him feel so guilty.

Patrick pouted in his hotel room, sipping tea occasionally. His laptop rested on his legs, and his phone was lying on the mattress beside him, the only ways he could communicate.

Working on garage band made him feel better at least. He could be productive, create, do something other than go stir crazy in a hotel room. The band was enjoying the small break, Pete and Joe handling an interview for him, Andy taking a run in the city.

His phone buzzed beside him, Pete letting him know that they had returned. Patrick didn't respond, and sighed seconds later when there was a knock at the door. He got up, huffing as he walked barefoot to let Pete inside.

He was grinning hugely, hands pressed into the pockets of his hoodie.

"Hey Rickster! The interview went well, and Trohman scoped out this place to get dinner later. How you holding up?"

Patrick shrugged, plopping down on his bed again. Pete's smile turned soft, and he sat beside Patrick, brushing the hair out of his eyes.

The singer bit his lip, humming as he leaned into the touch. Since the hiatus, Pete and Patrick had somehow managed to get closer. Lately things had turned more... Intimate. Their eyes lingered on the other more often, touches turning more and more risque.

They were free to do whatever, of course. Patrick had ended things fairly easily with Elisa, the two of them staying good friends as they worked to raise Declan. He had to, of course, since he finally got the balls to admit to himself that he was gay. He knew that something similar had happened with Pete, his and Meghan's breakup somehow smoother than Patrick's.

They were allowed to do... Whatever this is, if they wanted to, but Patrick was reluctant. He'd waited so long to get the chance to get with Pete, and now that he could.. He didn't want to mess it up. So far they haven't gone any further than a few risque touches, filthy looks, and the one time they made out against the bus.

Pete was smiling still, fingertips brushing down the side of the singer's face, until he was cupping Patrick's face with his hand. His thumb gently brushed over Patrick's bottom lip, making the singer gasp.

The bassist's smile turned into a smirk, a filthy grin that had Patrick's stomach doing flips. His breathing turned ragged as Pete leaned forward, lips parting slightly. He gave Patrick plenty of time to turn away, to end this before it could even get started, but he didn't.

Patrick leaned up, pressing his lips against Pete's. He kissed him slowly at first, shifting so that they were both more comfortable. His hands snaked down to Pete's waist, forcing their torsos to touch. The bassist moaned quietly, fingers twisting up in Patrick's hair, deepening their kiss, his tongue swirling around inside of the singer's mouth.

He moaned loudly, pulling away from their kiss to breathe. Pete wasn't phased, trailing his lips down Patrick's jaw to suck and nip at his neck.

"Pete," he breathed, his voice high-pitched. His fingers were digging into the soft skin around Pete's waist, and he desperately need the bassist's shirt off now. Whining, Patrick tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt until Pete got the hint, leaning back to yank it off his head. Pete leaned down again, teeth grazing over Patrick's neck, making him gasp.