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Pete giggled as he was thrown unceremoniously onto the bed. "Slow down, Tricky, I just got back into town."

"No shit," Patrick growled back, climbing on top and grinding down, dragging a moan out of the man below him. "You feel that? I've been walking around with that since Wednesday, and you're going to take care of it."

"So suddenly all I'm good for is getting you off? Well shit, dude, I wonder what you were keeping me around for before we started fooling around." Pete simpered up at him fondly before pulling him down for a searing kiss. He tasted sort of like Pixy Stix, just like Patrick remembered.

Hands wandering, Pete pulled him down even closer, hips thrusting up to meet his as he started getting worked up as well. He slowly moved to stick a hand down the front of his sweats, getting a loose grip on his rock-hard member. "Mmmm, you're all slick already," he purred into his mouth with a grin. "Was Tricky touching himself in naughty places when I got here?"

"Don't babytalk to me, just get me off," Patrick hissed, thrusted down for emphasis.

Grin widening, he picked up a steady pace, sliding a hand up the back of his shirt. "Relax, angel, I'm gonna take care of you... I missed you so much, Tricky... I got off thinking about you every night while I was gone... Did you get off to me, Trick?"

"No... I was saving it up for when you got back..." Patrick panted and moved to meet his hand, biting down on Pete's lip.

"Well, we've established before that you've got more self control than me..." Letting go of his cock, Pete reached up to peel off the singer's shirt, giving his neck one good lick. "How do you wanna finish, Tricky? How do you wanna come?"

His brain going fuzzy, Patrick leaned up on his hands and gnawed at his own lip in contemplation. "If I make a suggestion... can you not make this awkward by not wanting to discuss it, and especially not by giving me that fucking smug ass smile of yours?"

Pete got to his elbows, giving his partner a sympathetic look. "What's on your mind, Lunchbox? You can tell me, babe, c'mon, out with it."

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Patrick averted his eye with a blush. "Would you... I mean just... just this one time would you..."

Slow on the draw, Pete cocked his head curiously at first, but soon bugged his eyes as realization sunk in. "Oh... oh, shit, Trick... Christ..." Trying his damnedest to hold it back, a smile weaseled its way to the surface as he leaned up for another kiss. "What a delightful welcome home present."

"Nevermind, forget I said anything-"

"Awwwww, no, I'm sorry, Trick, don't be upset-"

"No, screw this, I'm not in the mood for your-"

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Frustrated, Pete surged up and rolled them over, pinning him to the bed by his shoulders. "Patrick, what the fuck is your problem exactly? Are you finally having a mad gay crisis or something? Cuz this is a piss poor time to do so."

"Pete, I don't want to-"

"You never want to discuss it, I get it. I mean fuck, sugar, the only emotions you share with me anymore are anger and general contentment. C'mon, dude, just tell me what the problem is. Fifty fifty, come hell or high water, man. Just tell me."

Taking his umpteenth steadying breath of the day, Patrick closed his eyes. "I'm just... I'm trying to come to grips with... with this, OK? There's a million reasons why people judge me, and this would be the millionth and first. I don't have your freakishly thick skin..."

"...you adorably stupid little fuck," Pete giggled, dropping his head to kiss him again. "You and your ridiculous self-consciousness. This is me you're talking to, Trick, I would never judge you. You're my best friend, and..." He paused happily, searching the baby blues that opened up below him like the deepest, clearest sea. "I haven't got the words for how I feel about you... Isn't that some indication? I've been so over the moon for you since we met that any possible flaw you could have sure as hell doesn't register in my eyes."

And Patrick, embarrassed by his gushing, stared back, blushing a deep feverish red. "Pete..."

"Now, what's gonna happen here is, I'm gonna stick my dick in your ass, and it's gonna feel incredible, and you're gonna make a lot of really embarrassing noises that'll make you blush even harder..." Pete snickered, moving down to kiss along his neck as his hips ground down. "And then you're gonna come so hard that you'll never want to let me leave town without you ever again."

"Fuck, Pete, do it..."

"Only if you're sure about it, angel."

"Yes, c'mon, before I change my mind."

"OK, OK," Pete giggled, biting his neck once gently before getting up to reach for the lube that was still perched atop the bedside table. "What brought about this sudden desire to try this, if you don't mind me asking?"

".....it was an ass-backwards way of getting back at you," Patrick mused, shifting his pants off with slight reluctance.

"Literally." Shimmying out of his jeans, Pete climbed back onto the bed, thoughtfully uncapping the bottle. "So, um... just stay... stay relaxed, OK? Don't be afraid to tell me to stop." Getting the go-ahead nod, he took a deep breath and pressed a finger inside, thrown off almost immediately by the ease with which it went in. "Whoa... Trick... did you..."

"I don't wanna talk about it, Pete, just finish the job..."

Practically salivating at this fresh new mental image, he plastered his face with a gleeful grin and slid in a second finger. "You are the cutest damn thing on this planet when you're embarrassed. I hope you realize that."

"That must be why you take such joy in making me- AHHHHHHH!" Blindsided by the rush of euphoria that zapped through his system, Patrick jerked his hips off the bed, hand shooting up to restrain his whorish moaning. "Oh... oh fuck, Pete, do that aga- AHHHHHHHHHH!"

"You like it, Tricky?"

"What do you think, Captain Obv- AHHHHHHHHHH! Oh God, please, Pete, please, do it now."

"Do what, Lunchbox?"

A more poorly chosen series of words, there'd never been. Aggravated to a nuclear capability, Patrick dragged Pete down by his hair until they were nose to nose. "Shut that fucking mouth of yours and fuck me, or I swear to God, I will go and find someone who will."

The look of shock that spread across his face was immaculate, so pleasantly and irrepressably surprised that he could only articulate it in facial expression. Pete pulled his fingers free and lined up, the sudden reality of the matter at hand resting uneasily on his shoulders. Somehow this was the culmination of something, thought he wasn't sure what, and he was feeling truly older than the man below him for the first time in a long time.

With one swift, well-aimed thrust, he seated himself against Patrick's hips, ears devouring the gasp that escaped the smaller man. "Is it OK?"

"Y-yeah... I think so... take it slow f-for now, K?"

Nodding, Pete pulled back and in again, watching his face for the subtle differences between pleasure and discomfort. A slow pace was increasingly hard to maintain as he listened to the downright gorgeous whimpers and groans filling the room. Thankfully, Patrick gave the go-ahead nod soon enough, doing his best not to whine for more. "Go for it, you don't have to hold back anymore..."

"OK..." He sped up and lowered his face into his neck, kissing and sucking just under his jaw. "I gotta say, you're... fuck, you feel fucking amazing, baby."

"Mmmmph... so do you... AHHHHHHHH!" Patrick dug his nails into Pete's shoulder, loving the new angle his hips were thrusting from. "Shit... oh Jesus... oh Pete, it's so fucking good!"

The urge to smile into his neck was too strong. "Is it now?"

"OHHHHH! Pete!" He was too far gone to gripe about Pete's smugness, not so much wanting as needing to get off by now. Christ, he was already on the brink; he hadn't come so quickly since he was fifteen. "Oh God, Pete, please..."

"Please what?"

"...touch me..."

Grateful as hell, Pete dropped a hand between them, tugging at his cock in rhythm with his punishing thrusts. "C'mon, angel, come for me, baby..." As if on cue, Patrick was clenching around him, clawing rips into the sheets and making the most undignified noise that had ever escaped his throat. Pete followed right behind, collapsing on top of him panting.

When he caught his breath, he leaned up on his elbows, unable to keep from grinning. "See? Now that wasn't that bad, now was it?"

"Get off me, Pete," Patrick growled. His own smirk confirmed that it wasn't a sincere command.