Come Hell or High Water

I giggled quietly to myself as I maneuvered about the room, making sure everything was in place. I'd been planning this night for a couple weeks now, ever since that last night in a hotel room, and I'd be damned if anything was going to ruin it. All the while, Patrick slept peacefully on the bed, his quiet little snores drawing in and out, completely unaware of what was going to transpire. Oh, sweet sweet Tricky, you underestimate me...

When all the elements were put in place and I'd done one last check of my eyeliner, I turned back to the bed, rolling my eyes at the still-snoring naked mass. The sleeping pill had been an unnecessary touch, yes, but I wanted to ensure he'd hold still long enough to get the handcuffs on him. Silly baby, he'd never let me do it if I let him stay conscious. It made me crack a smile to think about it as I climbed up on top of him, getting situated.

"Lunchbox..." I bent down and brushed my nose against his, trying to soothe him awake. "C'mon, Tricky, get up, baby..." Unfortunately, the pill was working just a little too well, his snoring actually getting a little louder. My patience wearing thin, I landed him with a good slap upside the face. "Wake up, bitch, you're ruining my fun."

Startling awake, he looked around wildly, finally putting two and two together and glaring at me like he was willing me to catch fire. "You son of a bitch, I'm going to kick you in the balls when I get out of this."

"Oh, Tricky, don't be ridiculous. You know you're gonna enjoy this in a few seconds." I giggled and bent down again to lick his lips gently. His mouth stayed closed in protest, but it just made me laugh harder. "C'mon, don't be a puss about it, it's not as though I'm gonna do anything too horrible. Just relax." Nipping those beautiful lips just once, I moved down to kiss along his neck, loving how he flinched and squirmed under my touch.

"Pete, the S&M night was a one time deal. I'm not into this," Patrick whined. I could feel his resolve cracking as I dragged my tongue against his sweet skin. "Let me fucking go."

I giggled again as I sat up again. "You need to have an open mind, sugar. Did you even notice what I'm wearing?" I wiggled on his lap to get his attention, and oh boy did he seem to like what he saw. His eyes got wide and his jaw dropped, much to my delight. "What, you've never seen me in leather before?"

"No, I've just never seen you in leather shorts..." Like a fucking kid on Christmas morning that's just gotten a new bike from Santa.

"Too bad for you that you don't get to touch, huh?" I couldn't help but smirk as he subtly strained against the handcuffs and the rope on his feet. Trick pouted up at me with his best Hemingway impression, but it wasn't working on me. "Stop wiggling so much, I'm the one in charge here. And you aren't allowed to get up until I'm done with you."

His eyes followed me as I reached for the aerosol can on the bedside table. "That's so cliche, Pete." Patrick rolled his eyes at me.

"Shut up, cupcake, you're harshing my fun." Giving it a gleeful shake first, I started methodically drawing on his chest with the cream. He watched me work curiously, his breath growing harsher and more strained. I'm not much of an artist, but I thought it came out alright.

Trick didn't think so, though. "You can't draw a Bartskull for shit," he chuckled, eyes a-rollin' once again. I decided to silence him by licking it off, and thankfully it worked, his eyes slipping shut and one of those delicious little moans of his escaping that sainted throat. It was all I could do not to squeal with glee as I watched him writhe beneath my tongue.

"See, baby? You're enjoying this a lot more than you thought you would, aren't you?" I licked his whole chest clean, wishing I'd had the foresight to bring maybe some chocolate syrup as well, but still happily licking my lips when the task was completed. Those big blue eyes stared back at me half-lidded when I caught his gaze, seeing his want like a neon light on a drive in the dark. Leaning up, I kissed those pretty pink lips again, though this time, he didn't fight.

By the time our tongues were battling for dominance, I could feel him rising up against me from behind, even through the leather. With a smirk, I moved back against his straining cock, quite enjoying the subtle whimper it drew from him. "You're downright eager now, aren't you, Tricky?"

"You're a fucking incorrigible son of a bitch, Wentz." He's so damn cute when he uses big words.

"I know. I should be spanked." Smiling in the most Chesire way possible, I slithered down his body, dragging my skin slickly against his along the way. Mmmm, how he groaned and arched up against me...

There was no hesitation when I reached my destination, taking his head into my mouth right away. I couldn't resist, he tastes too fucking good. Patrick's hips bucked slightly and he moaned out quietly. "Fuck yeah, baby, suck me...pretty little cocksucker..."

Shit, hearing him talk like that gets me so hot, but I had to focus. As punishment, I bit one of his love handles harshly until he hissed in pain. "Shut up and just lay there, bitch. I'm in charge here." He glared down at me in annoyance, but he did as he was told when I wrapped my lips around him again.

So I've fibbed in the past, I obviously don't mind cock. In fact... I've sort of developed a taste for it. Don't judge me, we've all got our things. And god knows that Patrick's tastes like...fuck, it's like candy. Particularly I've got a thing about the way he squeaks when I tongue his slit.

...Jesus Christ, I'm a whore.

In any case, before long, I had to pull myself together. I had some major plans for him, and as much as I'd have loved to suck him dry, I wasn't going to ruin them now. His head was thrown back, eyes shut in pleasure; had to do it now, while he was distracted. Keeping my mouth on him, I reached down under the bed to where it sat waiting, primed in advance. It was so hard to choke back the deviant laugh as I lifted it up between his legs, anticipating the opportune moment to shove forward-

"FUCK!!!" Patrick whined harshly as his hips thrusted up, startled as hell by the sudden intrusion. I couldn't hold back any longer, laughing hysterically at the way he was squirming. He didn't find it nearly half as funny, though, when he looked down and got a good view of what was going on. "You motherfucker! Get that fucking dildo out of me this instant!" Of course, this only made me laugh even harder, so hard I nearly rolled off the bed.

"I mean it, you little fucking-AAAAAHHHHHH!!!" I managed to regain focus long enough to reach down and turn on the vibration, turning his complaints into the most impressive note I've ever heard him hit. Shit, I think it was actually an A above C. Makes me wonder how he's improved his range over time...

"Bet you don't mind it so much now, huh, Tricky baby?" My lust had come back into the foreground, seeing my beautiful boy spread out like a luau feast before me, trying his damnedest to buck down harder on the vibrator but too tightly bound to move. His eyes were a cocktail of rage and desire, chewing his lip with a sneer even as I could sense him begging me for more.

Lovingly smiling down at him, I reached down to the floor once more, coming back up with a familiar little strip of leather. It very nearly broke my heart as those baby blues filled with frustration, a whimper escaping his throat as he shook his head. "Pete, oh God, no more torture... Please, let me fuck you... I need it bad, baby..."

As much as I wanted to let him go, to feel his arms around me, to just bask in the sweetness of his embrace... I knew he'd probably kill me if I unlocked those cuffs. Plus, as I'd been ranting to myself as a mantra all night, I'd planned too damn long and hard to not go through with it. With an apologetic smirk, I put the ring in place. "You're not in charge, Lunchbox. And I haven't got it in me to quit now."

Finally slipping off the bed completely, I regained my confidence and started wiggling my shorts off. Patrick's hips bucked subtly as he watched them come off, making me chuckle. "Knock it off, sugar, you know that's not gonna do you any good. You don't come unless I say you can."

By the time I grabbed the lube off the bedside table and climbed back on, he was stabbing me with his stare. As if it mattered, I was too far gone back into my teasing headspace to care. He'll get over it, I told myself as I squeezed some gel onto my fingers, watching his eyes follow my movements. I could tell he was getting over it when he licked his lips hungrily at the sight of me reach down and start stretching myself; greedy lazy little perv, he loved to watch me get myself ready.

"Pete...c'mon...I'm gonna pop if I don't have you soon..."

"I kinda doubt that, babe. That's what the cock ring is for, after all." I'd held out long enough. Pulling my fingers away, I moved my hips perfectly into position and sank down around that thick fucking cock as hard as I could.

Shit, I had missed it. When you've gone a couple of weeks with no action except for shamelessy fucking yourself in your bunk with silly plastic gadgets, you grow to better appreciate the real thing when you get it. And oh God, was Patrick ever real, thick and filling and pulsing. Christ, just the throb of it, the slow steady rhythm. Everything about the boy is music, pure harmony, even his heartbeat.

I cried out happily as I twisted my hips in his lap, relishing in the stretch. Clinging to the last little bit of freedom I afforded him, Trick bucked his hips up into me hard, hitting my spot dead on. His groans filled my ears as I slammed down to meet him, wanting to keep feeling the sting of bone on bone. The friction alone was enough to make me pull my hair in ecstacy.

It took my all to hold back, but it never did take much to make me come. Especially when it came to Trick. I started pumping myself rapid-fire, wanting to just reach the finish already. Through his daze, Patrick smirked up at me. "Now who's eager?"

"Shut that pretty mouth of yours, slut." With one last slam of the hips downward and a sharp tug, I was coming, thick ropes landing across Trick's pale chest and even a little on his cheek. My body feel forward tiredly, but my hips kept rocking gently, riding out what was left of the waves crashing down on me.

Patrick continued to thrust up shallowly into me, whimpers falling from his lips desperately. "Pete... Pete, please! Let me get off! I'm so hard, it hurts! Let me come, baby!"

How the fuck could I keep saying no? Lifting up just enough on his cock, I undid the ring, feeling him fill me with a gutteral groan as I slid back down. The sensation very nearly made me come again, drawing one last moan from my own throat. I snuggled down into his neck happily, inhaling his scent.

"Pete...if you ever do anything like this to me again...I will fucking destroy you." He sounded too tired to be sincere.

"Whatever you say, Lunchbox. We'll discuss it some more after I shower." I got up finally, grimacing at the sticky mess between us.

"Wait, what? You're not unlocking me yet?!"

"Of course not, silly boy. I plan on violating you again in the morning." With one last evil chuckle, I yanked the still-vibrating toy from his ass and slunk off to the bathroom.