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Let's get this party started
Okay, more Peterick, less Patasha. Lol, like the name? It's a cross between Patrick and Natasha (no, duh). Anywho....enjoy!
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Chapter 38- Let's get this party started
~Pete~
After Natasha finally got dressed, Ryan got bored.
“Let's go out and do something. I'm so bored!”
I yawned. “Yeah, this place is making me tired. But where should we go?”
Brendon raised his hand.
“Yes, Brendon?”
“How about we go to a night club or something. I haven't been in such a long time.”
“Yes, that's perfect!” Ryan exclaimed.
Patrick shifted underneath my arm around his shoulders.
“Um, do we have to go to a club?”
I kissed his cheek and kept my face pressed next to his. “What's wrong?”
He cupped a hand around my ear. “You know I can't dance well.” He whispered.
I smiled at his shyness. It was kinda true, though. Patrick was never the best dancer.
I whispered back in his ear. “You don't have to dance if you don't want to. Just come, I'll make sure you have a good time.”
He nodded, twirling a piece of my hair between his fingers.
“Okay, I guess that's where we're going tonight.”
Ryan jumped up and rushed by us. I tapped him on the shoulder before he got to the stairs.
He turned around. “What?”
“Where are you going?”
He smacked his forehead. “To get myself club worthy, duh!”
Then he headed upstairs, tripping on his way up.
I chuckled and turned my attention back to Patrick.
“So, do you think you're gonna be okay babe?”
“As long as you stay by me at all times, I think I'll be okay.”
Brendon laughed. “Are you a little nervous Patrick?”
“Lay off him, Brendon.” I said, protectively.
“Pete, it's okay. Yeah, I kinda am.” Patrick said, then he cuddled up to me closer.
“Don't worry, Pat. We can teach you how to dance.” He said, shaking his hips.
I winced. I knew what was gonna come next.
“How long have you known me, Brendon? Do NOT call me Pat.”
“Oh, sorry, Patrick.” He said with heavy sarcasm.
Ryan came down with a different outfit and a design on his face made with eyeliner.
“Okay, I'm ready! Let's go, guys!”
Everyone got up and headed outside to their cars.
When we got to the club, there was a long line outside. I figured that I would see a few people I knew, but I didn't. When we entered it, the place was filled to the brim with people. I felt Patrick grip my hand tighter as we got further in.
I placed a warm kiss on his temple. “Try to relax, okay?” I whispered.
He turned. “What?”
“Try to relax.” I said a little louder.
“I'm trying, but I just don't really fit into a place like this. I feel old.”
I laughed. “You feel old? I'm five years older than you. Trust me, I'm the old one. But I don't feel old.”
“Yeah, well, I do.”
I put my arms around him. “Aw, Patty Cakes, just have fun. No one is here to judge you.”
He sighed. “Okay, I'll try.”
I pulled him to the dance floor by both of his hands, me walking backwards. He dragged feet as we got closer to the center. Once I found the right spot, I turned around and started grinding against his pelvis. He just stood there.
I turned around. “Come on, Trick, all you have to do is put your hands on my hips and move your hips.”
I put my back towards him again and started moving my hips. He rested his hands there and began moving in the same rhythm I was. I could feel his cock pulsating against me, making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was doing.
I put my hands on his and grinded harder against him. A small groan escaped his lips.
He put his lips close to my ear. “What are you doing?” He whispered.
I turned around to face him. “I'm trying to help you have a good time.”
“Well,” He said nervously. “It's working, but I don't think that this is the appropriate place to do this.”
I grinned. “Well, we could take this somewhere else.”
“But we took Brendon and Ryan over here. We can't just leave.”
“I didn't say that we had to leave.” I said, pulling on his hand.
He followed, obviously confused. I pushed my way through the sweaty dancers and finally got to the door of the bathroom. I pushed it open and went inside. I looked underneath all the stalls. No one was in there, which was perfect.
“Pete, what are we doing in here?”
I took his hand and led him into one of the stalls.
“Pete, answer me.”
I didn't answer. All I did was press my lips against his and that immediately shut him up. I pressed him up against the wall of the stall, rubbing my hands up and down his body. They traveled to his hard dick, grabbing it and squeezing it.
I unbuttoned his pants and shoved them off as quickly as I could. Our body heat was making the small space hot, making our skin sticky with sweat. His tongue was dancing around in my mouth, and he moaned into it when I stroked the fabric of his boxers. He shoved them off and pushed them to the side. His warm cock was against my thigh, making me hard. Then he helped me unbutton my pants, then I shoved them off. I was already panting, it getting hotter and hotter inside the stall.
I felt his hands go inside my boxers as he pulled them quickly off my body. I bent down and took in his length. His head went back as I sucked harder. I stopped when he said my name in a whisper. I put my back towards him and bent over, resting my hands on my knees. I felt Patrick guide himself inside my entrance with a thrust.
I panted as he pushed in further, thrusting in and out of me harder. He grunted when I tightened my walls around him. He pulled out a little and thrusted with force back into me, pushing me forward. My face was up against the wall with me scratching at it with my fingernails as he hit my prostate.
“Oh baby, I'm so close.” I said in almost a whisper.
He responded by pulling back, then slammed into me the hardest he could. I yelped, almost going insane, scratching at the walls and whimpering. He grabbed my dick that was leaking precum and jerked it off in time with his thrusts. Soon, I yelled and squirted cum onto his hand and onto the wall.
“Fuck, Patrick!”
As I rode out one of the best orgasms I had ever had, Patrick moaned loudly and shot his thick warm seed into me. He pulled out and I stood back up. I kissed his sweaty forehead.
“That was great.”
“Yeah, this is the first time I've ever had sex in public, let alone a bathroom.” He said, running his fingers through his hair.
“Well, now you have. So, let's get dressed and go back out there.”
We threw on our pants and wiped the sweat from our faces with water and a paper towel. When we left the bathroom, Ryan found us.
“Hey, where have you guys been all this time? I've been looking for you!”
I scratched the back of my head. “Uh, we were....around.”
“Where? And Pete, what are those marks on your neck?”
“Um, they're, uh, bite marks.” I said, rubbing the spot where Patrick bit me.
“Oh my God, you two were fucking! Where?!” He exclaimed.
Patrick stared at his hands. “The bathroom.”
“You two are whores! Wait until I tell Brendon.”
Then he went off, searching for him.
“Great, Pete. Now that he knows, everyone else is gonna know.”
I put my arms around him. “Aw, come on, Trick. It's not that bad.”
“I guess not.” He mumbled.
Suddenly, a slow song came on. It was “Over and Over” by Three Days Grace.
I held out my hand and said, “Do you want to dance?”
He laughed. “Sure, why not?”
He took my hand and led me to the dance floor.
When we got there, he put his arms around my waste and I put mine around his neck. I put my chin on his shoulder and hummed to the lyrics.
Over and over
Over and over
I fall for you
Over and over
Over and over
I try not to
“This song could be our song.” Patrick commented.
I laughed. “So, I'm your drug addiction?”
“What?” He said, confused.
I laughed again. “The song was written about Adam's drug addiction. Basically, that's what almost the whole album was about.”
“Oh, them maybe this song isn't so romantic. We can make it about a relationship, though.”
I rubbed his back. “You know what, since this is our first time ever slow dancing together, this can be our song.” I chuckled. “Even though it's about a drug addiction.”
He hit me lightly on the butt. “Hey, how was I supposed to know?”
“I don't know, Patrick.” I whispered, tightening my grip around his neck.
He took the hint and was silent.
We swayed to the beat, and I barely noticed that there was anyone around us. All I knew was that Patrick was there, with his arms around me.
Right before the song ended, he pulled away from me and looked into my eyes with his big green ones.
He brushed my cheek with his thumb and said, “I love you. I just wanted you to know that because I know I don't say it enough.”
“Pete, I love you so much.” He repeated.
I kissed his lips softly. “I love you too, Patrick. You mean the world to me.”
Another slow song came on after that, so we swayed to the music again, him holding me safely in his arms.
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Aw, how sweet.....what's gonna happen next? Jeez, I have no clue. It's 3:30 in the morning and I'm tired. Don't worry, though. I'll think of something after I've had some sleep!
falloutbaby89 : Hehe, I'm glad you liked it. You know, Patrick doesn't get to see boobs that often, so I make sure that he says something about him. The poor guy, Pete doesn't have boobs for him to look at.
alex -nods- : I'm sorry that that happened to you. I would absolutely die if my computer died (Haha, if it dies, I go with it). And I understand your withdrawl situation. I'm sure it's not helping that I'm being lazy and not writing chapters as often as I should. Lol, I'll try to be more quick about it.
Okay, I think you know what I'm gonna say next. Please, for the love of God, REVIEW AND EVEN MORE IMPORTANTLY, FREAKIN' RATE PLEASE! :) That is all. Oh, wait, I lied. I already decided what the baby's gonna be and what the name is so, hahaha, too late for you. I had two people submit ideas, and the rest of you losers missed out. Lol, you guys aren't losers. Please don't stop reading, I'm sorry! Crap, there goes my fan base.
~Pete~
After Natasha finally got dressed, Ryan got bored.
“Let's go out and do something. I'm so bored!”
I yawned. “Yeah, this place is making me tired. But where should we go?”
Brendon raised his hand.
“Yes, Brendon?”
“How about we go to a night club or something. I haven't been in such a long time.”
“Yes, that's perfect!” Ryan exclaimed.
Patrick shifted underneath my arm around his shoulders.
“Um, do we have to go to a club?”
I kissed his cheek and kept my face pressed next to his. “What's wrong?”
He cupped a hand around my ear. “You know I can't dance well.” He whispered.
I smiled at his shyness. It was kinda true, though. Patrick was never the best dancer.
I whispered back in his ear. “You don't have to dance if you don't want to. Just come, I'll make sure you have a good time.”
He nodded, twirling a piece of my hair between his fingers.
“Okay, I guess that's where we're going tonight.”
Ryan jumped up and rushed by us. I tapped him on the shoulder before he got to the stairs.
He turned around. “What?”
“Where are you going?”
He smacked his forehead. “To get myself club worthy, duh!”
Then he headed upstairs, tripping on his way up.
I chuckled and turned my attention back to Patrick.
“So, do you think you're gonna be okay babe?”
“As long as you stay by me at all times, I think I'll be okay.”
Brendon laughed. “Are you a little nervous Patrick?”
“Lay off him, Brendon.” I said, protectively.
“Pete, it's okay. Yeah, I kinda am.” Patrick said, then he cuddled up to me closer.
“Don't worry, Pat. We can teach you how to dance.” He said, shaking his hips.
I winced. I knew what was gonna come next.
“How long have you known me, Brendon? Do NOT call me Pat.”
“Oh, sorry, Patrick.” He said with heavy sarcasm.
Ryan came down with a different outfit and a design on his face made with eyeliner.
“Okay, I'm ready! Let's go, guys!”
Everyone got up and headed outside to their cars.
When we got to the club, there was a long line outside. I figured that I would see a few people I knew, but I didn't. When we entered it, the place was filled to the brim with people. I felt Patrick grip my hand tighter as we got further in.
I placed a warm kiss on his temple. “Try to relax, okay?” I whispered.
He turned. “What?”
“Try to relax.” I said a little louder.
“I'm trying, but I just don't really fit into a place like this. I feel old.”
I laughed. “You feel old? I'm five years older than you. Trust me, I'm the old one. But I don't feel old.”
“Yeah, well, I do.”
I put my arms around him. “Aw, Patty Cakes, just have fun. No one is here to judge you.”
He sighed. “Okay, I'll try.”
I pulled him to the dance floor by both of his hands, me walking backwards. He dragged feet as we got closer to the center. Once I found the right spot, I turned around and started grinding against his pelvis. He just stood there.
I turned around. “Come on, Trick, all you have to do is put your hands on my hips and move your hips.”
I put my back towards him again and started moving my hips. He rested his hands there and began moving in the same rhythm I was. I could feel his cock pulsating against me, making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was doing.
I put my hands on his and grinded harder against him. A small groan escaped his lips.
He put his lips close to my ear. “What are you doing?” He whispered.
I turned around to face him. “I'm trying to help you have a good time.”
“Well,” He said nervously. “It's working, but I don't think that this is the appropriate place to do this.”
I grinned. “Well, we could take this somewhere else.”
“But we took Brendon and Ryan over here. We can't just leave.”
“I didn't say that we had to leave.” I said, pulling on his hand.
He followed, obviously confused. I pushed my way through the sweaty dancers and finally got to the door of the bathroom. I pushed it open and went inside. I looked underneath all the stalls. No one was in there, which was perfect.
“Pete, what are we doing in here?”
I took his hand and led him into one of the stalls.
“Pete, answer me.”
I didn't answer. All I did was press my lips against his and that immediately shut him up. I pressed him up against the wall of the stall, rubbing my hands up and down his body. They traveled to his hard dick, grabbing it and squeezing it.
I unbuttoned his pants and shoved them off as quickly as I could. Our body heat was making the small space hot, making our skin sticky with sweat. His tongue was dancing around in my mouth, and he moaned into it when I stroked the fabric of his boxers. He shoved them off and pushed them to the side. His warm cock was against my thigh, making me hard. Then he helped me unbutton my pants, then I shoved them off. I was already panting, it getting hotter and hotter inside the stall.
I felt his hands go inside my boxers as he pulled them quickly off my body. I bent down and took in his length. His head went back as I sucked harder. I stopped when he said my name in a whisper. I put my back towards him and bent over, resting my hands on my knees. I felt Patrick guide himself inside my entrance with a thrust.
I panted as he pushed in further, thrusting in and out of me harder. He grunted when I tightened my walls around him. He pulled out a little and thrusted with force back into me, pushing me forward. My face was up against the wall with me scratching at it with my fingernails as he hit my prostate.
“Oh baby, I'm so close.” I said in almost a whisper.
He responded by pulling back, then slammed into me the hardest he could. I yelped, almost going insane, scratching at the walls and whimpering. He grabbed my dick that was leaking precum and jerked it off in time with his thrusts. Soon, I yelled and squirted cum onto his hand and onto the wall.
“Fuck, Patrick!”
As I rode out one of the best orgasms I had ever had, Patrick moaned loudly and shot his thick warm seed into me. He pulled out and I stood back up. I kissed his sweaty forehead.
“That was great.”
“Yeah, this is the first time I've ever had sex in public, let alone a bathroom.” He said, running his fingers through his hair.
“Well, now you have. So, let's get dressed and go back out there.”
We threw on our pants and wiped the sweat from our faces with water and a paper towel. When we left the bathroom, Ryan found us.
“Hey, where have you guys been all this time? I've been looking for you!”
I scratched the back of my head. “Uh, we were....around.”
“Where? And Pete, what are those marks on your neck?”
“Um, they're, uh, bite marks.” I said, rubbing the spot where Patrick bit me.
“Oh my God, you two were fucking! Where?!” He exclaimed.
Patrick stared at his hands. “The bathroom.”
“You two are whores! Wait until I tell Brendon.”
Then he went off, searching for him.
“Great, Pete. Now that he knows, everyone else is gonna know.”
I put my arms around him. “Aw, come on, Trick. It's not that bad.”
“I guess not.” He mumbled.
Suddenly, a slow song came on. It was “Over and Over” by Three Days Grace.
I held out my hand and said, “Do you want to dance?”
He laughed. “Sure, why not?”
He took my hand and led me to the dance floor.
When we got there, he put his arms around my waste and I put mine around his neck. I put my chin on his shoulder and hummed to the lyrics.
Over and over
Over and over
I fall for you
Over and over
Over and over
I try not to
“This song could be our song.” Patrick commented.
I laughed. “So, I'm your drug addiction?”
“What?” He said, confused.
I laughed again. “The song was written about Adam's drug addiction. Basically, that's what almost the whole album was about.”
“Oh, them maybe this song isn't so romantic. We can make it about a relationship, though.”
I rubbed his back. “You know what, since this is our first time ever slow dancing together, this can be our song.” I chuckled. “Even though it's about a drug addiction.”
He hit me lightly on the butt. “Hey, how was I supposed to know?”
“I don't know, Patrick.” I whispered, tightening my grip around his neck.
He took the hint and was silent.
We swayed to the beat, and I barely noticed that there was anyone around us. All I knew was that Patrick was there, with his arms around me.
Right before the song ended, he pulled away from me and looked into my eyes with his big green ones.
He brushed my cheek with his thumb and said, “I love you. I just wanted you to know that because I know I don't say it enough.”
“Pete, I love you so much.” He repeated.
I kissed his lips softly. “I love you too, Patrick. You mean the world to me.”
Another slow song came on after that, so we swayed to the music again, him holding me safely in his arms.
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Aw, how sweet.....what's gonna happen next? Jeez, I have no clue. It's 3:30 in the morning and I'm tired. Don't worry, though. I'll think of something after I've had some sleep!
falloutbaby89 : Hehe, I'm glad you liked it. You know, Patrick doesn't get to see boobs that often, so I make sure that he says something about him. The poor guy, Pete doesn't have boobs for him to look at.
alex -nods- : I'm sorry that that happened to you. I would absolutely die if my computer died (Haha, if it dies, I go with it). And I understand your withdrawl situation. I'm sure it's not helping that I'm being lazy and not writing chapters as often as I should. Lol, I'll try to be more quick about it.
Okay, I think you know what I'm gonna say next. Please, for the love of God, REVIEW AND EVEN MORE IMPORTANTLY, FREAKIN' RATE PLEASE! :) That is all. Oh, wait, I lied. I already decided what the baby's gonna be and what the name is so, hahaha, too late for you. I had two people submit ideas, and the rest of you losers missed out. Lol, you guys aren't losers. Please don't stop reading, I'm sorry! Crap, there goes my fan base.
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