Finally...some smut. I don't think I've written any actual smut yet in this oneshot book...you're welcome
Lol sorry for the title...I had to since everyone was thinking so wrong the first time Church was released.
Type of smut: Handjob, Dry Humping, Begging/Mild BDSM, and orgasm denial
This was slightly embarrassing to write lol so bEar wItH mE
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What was once a beautiful green leafed tree full of life now appears dim and has lost his glamour that it was once possessed. Tree were painted white whilst decorated with booming, colourful lights to make up for the grim reapers work of art. It was winter. Snow had joined on the fun which only gave the already dead trees a slight glow to it.
Now, because it was winter, it was time to stay inside much more and await the season out. Wear long coats and multiple overalls to protect your delicate skin that can only take so much coldness. Stay inside, grab some coffee or whatever it is ones delight and sit in front of anything warm - like a fireplace. Which includes a lot of fun on the inside; more communication and other stuff a person may deem entertaining. A couple delightful sounds were just starting to be heard here at Mr Pete Wentz's household. . .which is something the House has grown accustomed to hearing now.
"Mhm" Pete closed his eyes and leaned his head back, grunting as he extended his arms and legs, enjoying this moment that was happening. Patrick widened his eyes, he was so close to finishing but couldn't seem to get there.
"Dammit ! I almost had it, shit man." Patrick groaned loudly and harshly set his red Candyland character back to the beginning. Pete giggled proudly as his blue Candy made it to the finish line with no problem the entire game. Patrick always lost board games anytime he played with Pete, the master of all games it seems.
"Aw, it feels so good to win." Pete parades himself and laid himself back onto the ground, repeating the fake stretch just like he was giving earlier. The smaller man glared at him, scoffing, and then straddled on top of Pete - shaking his head.
"I hate you so much, you know that?" Patrick clicked his tongue to try and further prove his hatred for him. Pete was not convinced and simply laughed.
"Oh, really? Mhm, that's new." Pete commented and Patrick rolled his eyes, leaning down quickly to kiss him. It was messy but neither of them cared enough, or at least none of them mentioned how bad it was. He pulled back. "Wow, uh, what happened to that hatred I thought you had for me?"
"It's on hiatus for a few minutes." Pete tilted his head, "Oh?" He glanced down at the contact their waists were having, and just thinking about it made his hormones shoot through his veins in a rush as if preparing him. He looked back up at Patrick who had that specific expression in his face that literally just said, I want you.
"Kiss me already." Pete whispered, just as much wanting whatever it was Patrick had to offer. He needed to feel friction of some kind already. Their lips connected. It's much better now. Synchronized and timed correctly made it all the better. Patrick kept his body weight up by his hands placed on either side of Pete's head. With the fireplace crackling it's calming sounds, it just made it all much more magical than it was. Pete trailed his hand down Patrick's black, buttoned cardigan sweater and opened it completely until Patrick forced his hands to remain above his head. He smiled as they kissed. Dominant Patrick was perfect.
Pete lifted up his hips, trying to make Patrick cause the same friction he incredibly wished, and wanted, for. Patrick was not having it though as he gave up his hand that was holding onto Pete's wrists, to push down his hips to keep him from doing what only he was allowed to do. "No" He firmly ordered him and Pete whined quietly.
"Please. . ." Patrick smirked, leaving butterfly kisses down his warm neck, which Pete helped in offering more space when he dragged his head up.
"No is no, innit?" He stayed and Pete made a quiet sizzling sound behind his clenched teeth, only becoming aroused now where it was becoming noticeable. Patrick could feel the budge under him and he smirked once again as he left kisses and now sucked. Pete inhaled sharply. He was biting his soft spot that only he would know where it was located.
"Please. . .please." Pete pleaded once again and Patrick finally did as told, giving one harsh thrust which excited him everywhere. Thinking Patrick was at last going to abide by his whimpers, there he goes and stops humping, but Pete's disappointment starts to deplete when he sees his zipper being pulled down, along with his jeans waistband and briefs, exposing the aroused area of his.
Patrick was tempted to tease the hell out of him, but decided against it and simply wrapped his hand around Pete's member, whilst the man under him heard in his ear, "Don't make a sound or else I'll stop. Got it?" Pete nodded rapidly and his breathe immediately quicken as he felt his arousal being stimulated very rapidly. Not even bothering to slow down, keeping a fast steady pace. He closed his eyes, just letting Patrick do anything he wanted. Pete periodically let out breathless moans here and there trying to be as discreet as possible but with how his hands are gripping the carpeted floor, he knew too well Patrick noticed every bit of his enjoyment of this.
"Ah. . ." Pete moaned quietly, feeling like he was close already and wanted to resist the urge to reciprocate the thrusts Patrick's hand was giving on his area. He failed to do so. Pete began moving his hips opposite to what Patrick's hand were going and he tilted his head back once again, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. God, this felt so freaking good.
"Patri-oh" He was now a moaning mess and didn't care at this point whether the world heard him. Pete was so damn close, his body already reacting as it prepared him to come. Just as he was about to though, Patrick stops out of a sudden and the man under him whimpers insanely.
Patrick leans in close to his ear, "Do it yourself then if you really want it." He whispered and Pete's cheeks flushed a rosy red colour as he obeyed, beginning to stroke himself.
"You like that?" Patrick seductively whispered into his ear again, making Pete go faster, nodding. He was already close like he was a few seconds ago so it wasn't very long before he came all over his own hand and some on his thighs. Patrick smirked and kissed the breathless black haired man, passing his hand over the exhausted area.
"Well, that was. . ." Pete started zipping his jeans back up, "Good?" Patrick interrupted. "And embarrassing, might I add." Pete cleared his throat and Patrick laughed, hugging him from behind.
