Memories (series of one shots)

Two Kids in Love (Patrick Stump)

Oh wow look at that MORE SEXUAL CONTENT Actually ALOT OF SEXUAL CONTENT READ ST YOUR OWN RISK

"Patrick whats wrong?" I asked concerned as he started walking towards me. I sat on his bed reading a random comic I found on his desk. "Doesn't your mom make you leave your door open when Im here?" I noticed he had shut his door. He practically pounced on me pining my arms above my head. He was hoovering above me with a playful glint in his eyes.
"Patrick this isn't like you at all what are yo-ahh" I said worriedly but quickly got cut off by a moan as he started biting at my neck. He then switched from two hands holding mine down to one as his other started trailing one down softly from my neck to my breasts then down my waist. My heart started to pump faster and faster as his hand went lower. We've only ever done this a few time. Hes never the one to begin it let alone be the seductive, dominant one.
"Patrick this isn't like you at all." I said my breathing quickened. He looked me in the eyes and leaned down quickly attacking my lips with his own biting and sucking on my lip occasionally making me moan softly. When he pulled away our lips were both swollen.
"Now tell me. Do we taste the same?" He asked voice deeper than usual. It turned me on a bit. This side of him is by far amazing but I was confused by his statement.
"What do you mean?" I asked concerned.
"When you kissed him. Was it better than when we kiss. Do you like kissing me over him." He asked the question as more of a demand.
"Patri-"
"Answer my question Blythe." He growled sending shivers down my spine. I decided to toy with him a bit more to see how far he will take this.
"Not sure. He might be a bit better." I said nonchalantly. He growled putting almost all his body weight on me. He let go of my arms and grabbed my hips hold them down as he began to kiss me again but this time there was a lot more friction. I was confused by his actions at first but then he proceeded to rub his hips against mine. But that wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed more. I grabbed his hair and pulled it a bit then pushed his face even closer onto mine. I tried to move my hips up to meet his but he held me down. Our mouths moved in sync until he removed his again.
"What does he have that I don't? Huh. I can make you feel good. He cant. He only wants you for one night then he'll drop you. He doesn't want you like i do." He spoke yelling a bit. God I missed this. We had broken up about 3 years ago but still stayed friends. At first we were distant and cold towards each other both wanting opposite things. But then we got close again. We had secret hookups sometimes. But it wasn't because we wanted each other at the time it was because we wanted someone, we just wanted someone to make us feel good. And now here we are. But will this time mean friends or not. Only one way to find out. We wait.
"Really? You can? Show me." I teased stoking him through his jeans. He looked at me then it was suddenly like a light bulb went off for him. Fuck he remembered. he started kissing my lips down my neck, my stomach, hips, and inner thigh. I squeaked not being used to him being right there. Now granted my clothes were on but still. He started kissing his way back up but stopped at my neck. No Patrick Martin Stumph. Don't yo- FUCK. he started sucking on my neck nipping it a few time. I didn't know where is one hand went but I quickly found out when I felt something rub me through my jeans. Dammit. He remembered. His other hand was tangled in my hair pulling it slightly every time I moaned. That's it.
"fuck it." I said. Patrick looked up confused. I took advantage.
"You know I don't like being dominated asshole." I said ripping off his shirt and pants. he quickly did the same for me. he ripped off my shirt and pants. I leaned down becoming the dominant one kissing my way down to his waistline of his boxers till he was squirming on his bed i looked up and smirked putting my pointer fingers on the inside of the waistband of his boxers and started to pull them down slowly. I could tell that he was getting uncomfortable and impatient. So I decided to slow things down even more. Finally when I grabbed his member he bucked his hips groaning as finally he got the contact hes been so patiently to get. He tore off my underwear grabbing me and sitting me on top of him. Once he had entered i laid down on top of him and began to kiss him once again. His hands on my hips pushing them down onto his every time he moved them he went faster and harder. I couldn't contain anything anymore. Kissing wasn't enough. He flipped us over and I grabbed onto his bed sheets screaming in pleasure but quickly covered my mouth not knowing if his mom was home or not. If she was then were screwed even though her son is a few weeks from graduating and we've known each other since preschool and she doesn't trust us in a room together. Well I don't blame her. Crazy shit like this tends to happen when were left alone. He put his hand over my mouth, I tried so hard to not scream again. I tried squealing, breathing even heavier, biting down on his lip, putting my face in a pillow but nothing worked, it was almost like Patrick was suddenly was a sex expert and knew every move, exactly what pace to go at that drives me insane and brings me most pleasure. He knows exactly how to turn me on and get me frustrated.
"Fuck!" I screamed moaning loudly afterwards. He grunted feeling pleasure too. I pulled his lips onto mine again biting onto his lip so hard it started to bleed a bit. He groaned but I couldn't tell if it was pain, pleasure or both. I did it again and he began to thrust a bit faster. I smirked, i swear I looked like the Cheshire cat. So shy boy likes a bit of pain huh. We have been fuck buddies for a few years now and i'm just finding this out now. He flipped us over so I was top and he yanked my hair. With a few more thrusts I screamed and fell on top of him orgasming he did the same except he loudly spit out profanities and held me closer to him. We just laid there enjoying the moment. I started tracing circles and hearts onto his chest unconsciously.
"You know. Our relationship is funny." I said out of the blue catching Patrick off guard.
"Why? and what relationship. i thought we didn't have one." he sighed.
"Well when we were younger we were the best of friends. So young and innocent. we didn't know and didn't want to know how cruel the world could actually be. Even when we were in middle school we didn't want to believe we were growing up. For fucksake we barely understood what sex was. We didn't know the difference between making love and just casual sex. To us everything was the same. We lived in our own little bubble and only believed the things we told each other. Then we got to 9th grade we started to understand things a bit more. Still naive careless and extremely reckless we had fallen in love. We spent nights at each others houses. You liked mine better because my mom doesn't make me keep my door open when you were over like yours does. We had kissed with no cares in the world. We never cared what others thought. But you. You were always shy. You didn't care what others thought but you didn't talk to anyone but me and your family. I was always the one who kissed you first. I didn't mind at all which might be why I like being the dominant one. But anyways then 10th came and after around 3 years we had broken up. We understood the difference between making love and casual sex because we had taught each other. Somehow we began to tear apart. i got extremely depressed at the time I had no idea why. I thought I was just lonely. So then we got closer again in 11th and thinking that we were both just lonely we had began to fuck. We had sex carelessly. Sometimes with protection, sometimes without. Sometimes in an alleyway, dressing room, bathroom, anywhere we could. But what we didn't realize was that we weren't lonely. We didn't just want someone to love us and make us feel good. we wanted each other. We wanted to love each other and all of those "meaningless fucks" weren't meaningless and it wasn't just sex. We made love. We have made love a million times without realizing it. We love each other, we want each other, we need each other and there's no denying that. i can't believe how blind we have been this whole time." I said leaning my head up to look at him. He had tears in his eyes and his lip began to quiver. My heart shattered.
"Baby please don't cry." I said my voice cracking hugging him still on top of him. "Please don't." I could hear his confidence from just minutes before begin to deteriorate. His breath quickened again and his heart began pounding and I could hear every time he swallowed their was a lump in his throat. He rolled us onto our side and he buried his head into my shoulder and began to convulse. He began to sob. My eyes stung. Soon I wasn't going to be the strong one. I was about to break as well. Finally I did. Every emotion I had been hiding and keeping in came out into tears. We didn't care that we were both sore, sweaty bruised and wet from tears we just laid holding each other under warm blankets that cradled our young and beaten bodies. The only thing that mattered to us was each other. It was like we were kids again. We were in a bubble together. Only believing what others told us. We could hear Patrick's mom yelling about much trouble we were in but that didn't even matter because we are young and reckless breaking trust, promises and relationships. We are careless hurting others, hurting ourselves and putting lives in danger. Were naive we don't know about the cruel world that is outside of our bedrooms and we don't know the dangers of being in a reckless relationship. We were two teenagers in love and that's all that mattered to us.