Pete's POV
a week later
I was in deadly territory as Patrick and Dallon argued about a shirt I was holding. I found a shirt lying on the ground in the bathroom so I brought it to them and asked who's it was. I didn't expect both of them to reach out and claim it as their favorite. Brendon is standing beside me amused as they go back and forth about who has worn it and who it looks better on. Their voices gradually got louder and finally, out of sheer frustration, Dallon shoved Patrick. Patrick looked up at him in disgust. As if Dallon had just stomped on his brand new shoes or spit in his coffee. None of us were expecting what happened next. Patrick slapped Dallon so hard we felt the sting. Dallon fell to his knees, hand on his cheek. He looked up at Brendon and revealed the tears in his eyes. As soon as Patrick saw the tears, his face softened and he got down on his knees beside Dallon. He placed a hand on Dallon's shoulder and Dallon flinched a bit.
"Dallon...I'm so sorry. Im so so sorry I just...I don't know what got into me...."
The sadness in his voice showed that he meant it and Dallon put his arms around Patrick.
"It's okay, i overreacted, i should not have pushed you."
They helped each other up and turned to face us. I heard an uneasy cough from next to me and we all turned to look at Brendon.
"Um, i... that actually happens to be my shirt..."
"BRENDON"
I slapped his torso with the shirt and he laughed.
"Why did you let us fight over it then?" Patrick asked, voice heavy with annoyance.
"N... It's nothing."
"BRENDON."
"Okay okay, honestly... i was hoping the arguing would advance into some hands on...stuff..."
"Excuse me?" That was Dallon and it seemed Brendon would not be getting any for years.
"Okay let me explain. I have thought of Dallon and another guy you know, wrestling i guess? Like on top of each other and flipping and stuff. LOOK IM JUST A GUY OKAY MY BOYFRIEND GETTING MANHANDLED jUST TURNED ME ON A BIT."
I looked at him, "So you decided that the guy you wanted to manhandle your boyfriend was MY BOYFRIEND?!"
Patrick immediately came to my side and gripped my arm tightly as if to say stay the fuck right here.
"hes hot..."
"SPEAK THE FUCK UP I CAN"T HEAR YOU."
"I SAID HE'S HOT OKAY, NO DISRESPECT TO ANYONE BUT FUCK, PATRICK IS HOT. I'D LET HIM GET AT DALLON IF HE WANTED TO AND IF DALLON WANTED TO OF COURSE BUT GOD I HAVE KINKS AND STUFF TOO MAN."
"SO YOU LIKE TO WATCH?!"
An idea sparked into my mind and i knew how i was going to get back at him.
"Patrick, Dallon... can i speak to you in the other room please?"
We gathered in the hall and i laid my genius on them.
"Alright, so i need revenge. Keep an open mind.."
They nodd.
a few moments later
We came back into the room and joined Brendon.
"Okay Brendon, I have a deal for you. Since you find my Patrick so... hot. I'm gonna offer you something."
He tilted his head to the side, intruiged.
"I'm gonna let you kiss Patrick, like full on suck his tongue out of his mouth...just make sure to put it back cause i'll be needing it later."
He raised an eyebrow.
"I want you to get what ever it is that you have towards him out of your system and understand that he's my boyfriend not yours."
He glanced at Dallon.
"Dont worry babe, i agree... I don't want you to ever look at Patrick like that again so go, get it out of your system... and know that youre not the only one that checks out guys."
Dallon gave my body a swift sweep and I saw Brendon tense up.
He thought for a while, "Like...for real?"
That's when we knew we got him, Patrick went over to him and sat on his lap.
He pressed his lips to Brendon's ear and whispered, "Like, for real."
Patrick has always been a good actor so I wasn't surprised when he pressed a hungry kiss to Brendon's lips. I was uncomfortable when Brendon's hands shot up and grabbed Patrick's ass though. I gritted my teeth so that I wouldn't yell at him. I watched as Brendon's dirty little fingers grazed his thighs and traced his dick in his pants. I wanted to fucking kill him, i'm pretty jealous and overprotective. I cringed at Patrick's moans, i knew they were fake moans but still. I saw Patrick look over at me when Brendon and released his mouth and attacked his neck. He gave me a worried look and i couldnt decide if it was because he was worried about me or because he didn't want to do it anymore. He let out a sudden moan and his face gave away that it was infact a real moan. I rushed over and pulled him off. I realized that Brendon had shoved his hand down Patrick's pants and now i knew for sure that the look he gave me was a look of regret. Patrick quickly disappeared into the bunks and i turned my attention to Brendon who sat there with a dumb look on his face.
"W-what did I do wrong?"
Before I could answer, Dallon spoke up.
"You agreed."
There was a slam that turned out to be the door and Brendon rushed out after him.
I walked back to find Patrick in my bunk looking down at the bulge in his pants.
I grabbed his thighs and smiled at him.
"Need some help?"
(A/N: okay so i think ive been reading to much kink stuff and well... behold. OKAY IMPORTANT QUESTION: for the next chapter do you want me to write Pete helping Patrick out with his problem(SO PROBS MEGA SMUT) and then the next chapter will be bren and dal talking and maybe making up... OOOOOOOOOOOR skip the smut and get straight to bren and dal talking and maybe making up!!!! THE CHOICE IS YOURS, ILL UPDATE WHEN I GET SOME ANSWERS xoxo)
