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Patrick has privatly though of Pete as an excited little puppy, jumping on everyone, too excited, too full of feeling.
Lately hes been climbing in bed with Patrick because it helps him sleep. He waits until Patrick has gone to bed and then crawls under the covers with him. He knows he could probably just ask Patrick if they could share the bed but he's too embarrassed to ask and terrified Patrick will say no for some reason if he does. He cant risk it. So most nights Patrick goes to sleep, Pete creeps in bed after, and even though they wake up together often eanough they don't talk about it.
but one night after Pete crawls into the bunk and falls asleep, he dreams about patrick, about Patrick moving hotly against him, and presses up against patricks soft thigh and starts slowly rubbing against Patrick's leg.
In the dream theyre in a hotel room together, and Patrick is smiling down at him before he starts stroking Pete's cock, and Pete lifts up his face begging Patrick to kiss him.
In reality Pete is grinding his cock a little harder into Patrick's hip and whining softly in his sleep. Patrick is usually a deep sleeper but after a while the noises in his ear wake him up, at first he thinks Pete's crying and needs something before realizing -oh.
Patricks not really sure what to do. He feels frozen, the feeling of Pete's cock hot and hard and unmistakable against him. He knows he needs to do something but the moment just stretches, long and syrupy and surreal. He ends up just laying there watching, fully awake as Pete continues to whimper and thrust against patricks leg. His hips are jerky and uncoordinated in his sleep and they speed up gradually as Patrick watches, dazed, his own cock hardening without his permission.
Pete in the dream knows he's close, and he tries to beg Patrick to let him come but the words don't come out right. Patrick laughs at him but not unkindly, and holds Pete's cock in a loose fist that feels like its barely touching him. He whines pitifully and Patrick tells him to use his hand like a good boy, and Pete tries his best to thrust into Patrick's hold. It's so good but it's not quite eanough and Pete whines again, this time deep in his chest as his hips shudder desperately. The sensation is getting better tho, more and more intense, and then his eyes open and he realizes he's not in a hotel room, he's in the bus with Patrick in their bunks. His cock is still hard and throbbing, trapped between their bodies, and he is awake.
His face goes from needy to panicked for a second and he makes this high pitched whine as he sees Patrick staring at him, blushing and flushed. Pete's hips only stall for a second tho, as the embarrassment seeps in through the last of his haze of sleepy confusion. Patricks gaze is burning into him m, and his hips jerk half heartedly away, but the movment makes his sensitive cock head rub against patricks leg again and he stutters into the pressure instead. He's so close. He can't get his hips to stop moving. The blush in patricks cheeks is visible even in the low light of the bunk. His hand is balled up in the fabric of patricks sleep shirt, he doesn't even know how long it's been there.
"Pete" Patrick whispers, voice rough from sleep, and Pete gives up then.
He screws his eyes back shut tight and hides his face in patricks neck and moans brokenly, clinging tighter to Patrick as he grinds desperately against a plush hip a last few times before he comes, his cock pulsing and soaking his thin boxers in a way that's impossible to hide.
The pathetic noises he realizes are coming from his own throat break off into oversensitive little wimpers as he pushes his softening cock through the mess in his underwear as he rides the last few after shocks, unable to get himself to shop even as the mortification rises in him.
He deliriously thinks that he's truly a coward, because he's just used Patrick like this, his best friend, and he's still hiding in his neck.
Patrick is quiet for a long moment, carding his fingers through Pete's sweaty hair absently.
Patrick thinks to himself that he needs to find his tongue. He feels like he should apologize for not waking Pete up sooner. For freezing and simply watching as Pete lost control. For how his own cock lays thick and heavy against his leg.
Before Patrick can get the words out though, another shudder goes through Pete and Patrick feels Petes poor cock twitch again.
"Oh god, Patrick I'm so sorry" Pete moans brokenly, even as his hips give another feeble little twitch and he curls miserably closer into Patrick's neck.
That more than anything pulls Patrick back to his body enough to find his tongue.
“Shhhh” he whispers into Pete's hair, and he's turning onto his side towards Pete before he even thinks. Pete looks at him finally, his eyes pleading for Patrick to somehow put him out of his misery, cock still half hard and wet.
Patrick should tell him that it's ok, these things happen, it can just be another crazy thing that happened on tour.
“That looks like it hurts” he hears himself say instead. He lets a hand trail down to Pete's waistband and rub his thumb purposefully into the crease of Pete's hip.
“Patrick” Pete says again, his voice watery
Patrick feels like he's moving through a dream as he pulls Pete's cock out of his sticky underwear, tucking the waistband under his balls. The tip is swollen and flushed, tender and chafed from Pete's frantic rubbing earlier.
“Patrick” Pete starts again, voice breathless “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I only wanted to sleep-”
Patrick cuts him off by bending down to take a luxurious long suck on the head of Pete's sore cock. The sound he makes is exquisite, sending a thrill through Patrick that he feels down to his bones and he laves his tongue roughly over Pete's slit before pulling off again.
“I know Pete” he murmurs, taking Pete's spit slick cock in hand and starting to pump it slowly
“you couldn't help it. You must have needed it bad huh?”
Pete whines high in his throat, hips jerking as Patrick touches his oversensitive cock, not sure if he's trying to escape the touch or to get more of it.
Patrick works the head slowly, watching as precome beads at the tip.
“You need to come again baby?” He asks, and Pete nods clumsily. Patrick circles the head of Pete's cock again with his thumb and watches greedily as Pete’s legs tremble from the intensity.
“Want you to come with me this time ok? Can you be good and wait for me? He asks as he swings a leg over Pete to sit atop his hips.
Finally Patrick pulls out his own cock from his boxers, spitting in his hand quickly before pumping it a few times. Even Pete's glazed eyes track the motion and Patrick feels his cock jump under the attention.
Patrick lines up Pete's sore abused cock with his own and takes them together in one hand, frotting against Pete. Pete whines and presses up against the pressure.
“Still so needy” Patrick breaths, half to himself, speeding up his hand on their cock and pushing Pete's shirt up with his other hand to twist one of Pete's tight pierced nipples. Pete blushes as Patrick talks, transfixed as Patrick has his way with him, better and more vivid than any dream.
“Don't be sorry Pete” he whispers, out of breath now that he's so close “I'll give you as much as you need. Let you ride my leg every night if you want to. Suck your pretty cock after every show until you come so many times you finally fall asleep. I should just keep you in my bed, you end up there so often anyway”
On this last sentence Patrick slides his cock along the shaft of Pete's own in three aborted little thrusts and comes all over the other man, the hot pearly liquid spurting from between his fingers to slick Pete's cock. Pete writhes in Patrick's grip, bucking his hips and trying to muffle the sound he's making with theo fingers in his mouth, but Patrick pulls them away.
“Come on Pete, show me how good you take it. “
Patrick speeds his hand up, almost feeling cruel, and a final hard squeeze is all it takes and Pete comes, keening into Patrick's ear, his body arching off the bed as be shudders and shakes below Patrick. Patrick wants to keep him forever.
He settles for gathering Pete up in his arms and petting his hair again. Pete is shuddering through the aftershocks but this time he snuggles up to Patrick with less guilt and more naked desperation. Patrick holds him. Rocks him. Hums a little something to him. He knows they need to talk in the morning but for now he's beginning to drift back off, Pete clutched tightly against him.
“I mean it” he murmurs again into Pete's hair. “As much as you need. Always”