One Shots

Youre Hot, Im Hot, Fuck. Its Too Hot //Fluffy Foreplay

Pete's P.O.V
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I groaned rolling over, the scorching heat pushing against my skin. The window was wide open, my sheets were thrown the floor. All of my clothes sprawled on the floor. I looked out to the moon. It must be so cool up there, no wind, no climate change.

I rolled over and groaned, throwing my pillow at the door. I was used to the heat, I lived in Los Angeles. But fuck. This was too fucking hot.

I decided to lie in silence, focus only on my breathing and perhaps, perhaps, I might cool down.

I sat up as soon as I heard sobbing from the room joined to mine, I swiftly got up and pressed my ear to the door. Sure enough, Patrick was crying his eyes out.

I sighed, slowly cracking the door open. Usually I would have smiled or smirked, him wearing nothing. But, it hurt too much to see him like this.

I walked over to him and gently rubbed his back, he jumped at the feeling and threw a pillow over his crotch. I chuckled.

"'Tricky, calm down. It's not like I haven't seen a dick before." I wiped his tears and gently caressed his cheek.

"P-Pete. What are you doing in here!" He yelled, trying to seem angry. I looked over his body. He was fucking gorgeous. I've had a crush on him after the first week of meeting him. We were on tour for our EOWY(E)GF album.

(((This isn't going off real life)))

"Because, you were crying. And I knew my Twicky needed me." I said, giving him the baby voice. He growled when I emphasized the 'my'. I hugged him and stroked his hair, I hated this because it was too fucking hot.

You're hot, I'm hot, fuck. It's too hot.

He cried into my chest, wrapping his arms around me.
"It's too hot!" He sobbed. I sighed,

"I know baby." I soothed, gently rubbing his spine. I pushed my fingers through his hair and hummed, I felt him relax. His tears dried to his cheeks. I tilted his head up.

"Are you okay?" I said quietly, his eyes fell closed as a tear slipped down his pink cheeks. I wiped it away and gently pecked his forehead.

I rose to my feet and smirked as his eyes drifted towards my dick.
"Like what you see, 'Tricky?" I grinned, he blushed.

"M-Mines bigger!" He squeaked, jumping up to show me. My eyes widened and my teeth soon pulled my lip into its grasps. Fuck patrick. He realized his actions and sat back down, hiding himself with a pillow.

I knew that small amount of extra heat was crucifying him. I stalked over to him, removing the pillow and laying the chubby boy on the bed. I watched as his cheeks burned a red color.

"What's wrong baby boy." I smirked, looking over his body. He began to stutter our an excuse and I forced my tongue into his mouth. I placed a hand on his throat and worked my lips against his. I felt him freeze. He eventually began to kiss back, his tongue fighting mine.

I ground my groin into his and heard a muffled moan. My own cheeks burned, I gently squeezed his throat. His hands ran down my thighs and neck.
"Patrick." I softly moaned, pulling back. He looked at me in surprised. I blushed and chuckled awkwardly.

He pressed his gorgeous lips to my neck and mouthed kisses, I pinned an arm above his head with my spare hand.

"Fuck," I muttered, he giggled. I scowled at him, sitting up on his hips.
"Patrick..." I began, completely changing the mood. "You're beautiful. A-..." I sighed. "I've liked you for a long time." My anxiety ridden voice said.

He blushed and hugged my waist.

I smiled and laid him on the bed, I kissed his cheek.
"Goodnight," I whispered before walking to my own room.

((Sorry it sucked and sort it was so short))