One shots (Ryden, Peterick, Freard)

Winter beard

Peterick: Patrick grows his winter beard.

"Pete! Guess what!" Patrick squealed like a fangirl meeting her favorite band. "What's up, Pattycakes?" Pete looked up at him. "I'm growing a winter beard!" Patrick exclaimed. Pete chucked, looking back down at his phone. He glanced back over at a hurt looking Patrick. "What? You don't think I can do it? Never mind... Forget I said anything..." He started to walk off slowly and disappointedly before Pete grabbed his wrist and pulled him close. "Oh, I know you can do it. I was just thinking of the blowjobs. And the kisses. And naked cuddles." He pressed a hot kiss to Patrick's neck with each thought.

~*~*~*~TWO WEEKS LATER~*~*~*~
"Hey there, Pattycakes what was it like in the studio? You're like two whole feet away from me, but damn you look so good. I swear I'll fuck you, up against that wall right now." Pete whisper-sang in his ear. Patrick had been at a studio or something trying to do some shit with the record. Pete missed him. He leaned his head against Patrick's back. His arms crept around Patrick's waist and he kissed his peach-fuzz covered jaw. "Hmmm, well as much as I'd like that, I can't. Joe and Andy are coming over in... Forty-five minutes and I have to cook dinner so you don't murder Christmas." Patrick spun in Pete's arms to face him, placing a chaste kiss to his lips before he walked off with a little more wiggle in his hips than usual. "Fuckin' tease!" Pete shouted after him. He heard Patrick chuckle. "But you still love me don't you? I know you do, cause I've got you wrapped around my finger." He walked back over to where Pete stood by the doorway. "I've got you trapped and you can't get away. Even if you wanted to." He pressed his lips to Pete's neck. He stepped closer to Pete, forcing him against the wall. Pete felt the prickly hairs on Patrick's face brush against his skin. "Mmmmm... Patrick." Pete shoved his hips forward, wishing for friction in his jeans. Patrick granted that wish, grinding against him sloppily kissing, biting, nipping, and licking his neck. He dipped his head and nipped at Pete's collar bone. "Patrick, don't fucking tease me!" Pete groaned, eyes screwed shut. Suddenly, the wall of body heat disappeared along with the pressure keeping Pete in his place. He began to slowly open his eyes, trying to locate where that fucker was. He didn't has to look far as Patrick was I the floor in front of him on his knees, looking up at Pete with a false innocence in his eyes. Pete had to bite his lip to keep from moaning when Patrick reached for his belt. "Oh God, Pete. Mmmm..." Patrick's tongue flicked out and moistened his dark pink lips. He flicked the button on Pete's black skinny jeans, popping them open. He moved closer and his teeth clamped down on the zipper. "Oh, Patty... God, Stump. Do you even know what you do to me?" Pete moaned running his fingers through the blonde's hair and tugging at the ends. "Why don't you tell me, Wentz? Why don't you scream it for me?" The blue in Patrick's eyes darkened with lust as he opened his mouth, his tongue falling out again licking up to Pete's bellybutton sucking the skin into his mouth. "Fuck, Patrick. Holy shit" Pete tossed his head back, slamming it against the wall and thrusting his hips forward wanting Patrick's perfect pink lips wrapped around his dick. "Want do you want? Tell me, Pete. What do you need?" Patrick whispered, mouthing his skin. "You know what I need, babe." Pete moaned. "I wanna hear you say it," Patrick smirked. "I want your mouth. I want your lips around my dick. Oh, shit. Fuck, babe I crave it. I'm fucking addicted to it." Pete begged, hoping he would get what he needed oh, so badly. "AHHH- OH FUCK!" Pete got the much needed contact he hadn't felt in... Three weeks. Patrick mouthed his cock through Pete's boxers. He looked up into Pete's dark brown eyes and his hands slid up from Pete's thighs to his hips slipping his fingers just under the elastic waist band, teasing Pete before. He pulled his head away and shoved the fabric separating him from Pete down around his knees. "Mmmm... So good." Patrick moaned, licking pre-come off the Pete's tip and engulfed it. A scream of pleasure was torn from Pete's lips, thrusting his hips forward, forcing his hardened member down his throat. He felt Patrick choke slightly. Patrick pulled back until just the head was still in his mouth, gently sucking and licking. "Fuck, Patty, I need- OH FUCK!" Pete looked down at the same time Patrick, who's hand was down his pant jerking himself off, took the rest of Pete into his mouth. He began moving his tongue, caressing Pete gently while sucking him harshly, just the way Pete loved it. In a matter of minutes Pete was a moaning, panting screaming, mess muttering sweet nothings to Patrick, stupid little things that Patrick didn't believe, but meant the world to him, like: "You're beautiful." or "You're amazing." or "You're the best damn thing that ever happened to me." or "You're perfect." Stupid little nothings that told Patrick he was close. Really close. Well, the 'Fuck, Patrick, I'm close... I'm gonna come.' Was a hint too. And with a few harsh sucks, he did as promised. Exhausted and soft, Pete slid down the wall and sat in front of Patrick who was still jerking off. "You need some help with that, babe?" Pete asked leaning forward taking over. "Mmmm. Pete..." Patrick moaned. Soon the sweet nothings turned dirty and crass, things like "You're a fucking slut" or "You look so good covered in my come" or "If Joe and Andy weren't coming over, I'd take you. Right here." Things that pushed Patrick closer and closer while Pete kept pumping his fist. And soon enough, Patrick broke. Spilling his seed all over Pete's hand and the floor. After a moment he forced his eyes open and glanced at the clock. "Fuck, twenty minutes." He jumped up, buttoning his pants and straightening his shirt and wandered over to the destination he wanted to be in, in the first place.

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Andy, Joe, Pete and Patrick had a fantastic Christmas dinner thanks to Patrick's wonderful cooking. That is until Andy noticed something on the floor in the living room, right by the door. "Hey, guys! What happened over here?" Andy called to Pete and Patrick who were working on cleaning the kitchen. "Over where?" Patrick called. "Over by the door." There was a loud laugh and a crash and Patrick yelling what sounded like, 'DON'T LOOK AT IT!' Before he burst through the door with a dirty washcloth and cleaned it up blushing furiously. "Oh God. You didn't. Please tell me that's not what I thought it was." Patrick just blushed harder and Pete laughed louder. "You are disgusting. At least clean up after yourselves. God!" Andy shouted, jokingly. "Yeah, Patrick, clean up after yourself!" Pete teased which caused Patrick to pout and huff, "I couldn't. I was making dinner because you can't cook. So, really, it's your fault that my jizz is on the floor." Patrick argued which was the tipping point for Andy and Joe. "Okay, well you two have a nice lovers quarrel in the mean time Andy and I are leaving. Merry Christmas." Joe dragged Andy out into the cold snowy night to the car. "Looks like I've got you all to myself, huh?" Pete said seductively. Patrick giggled and nodded grabbing Pete's hand and pulling him in the direction of their bedroom. "You know, this winter beard of yours is a big turn on, I enjoy it throughly." Pete whispered, biting Patrick's ear as they fell into the pile of blankets and pillows.

So this is the first in a series of one shots. I'm sorry about the end part. I got lazy. Anyway, please comment and ask me for a ship, tell me what you want. I will do it. Also, I have another fanfiction, It was always you, it's a Freard so if you'd like to read that it's good. Thank you for reading I hope you liked it and will continue to read them
Xoxo
Alexander