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i almost started crying oh my fuck
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After Practice
gerard way x patrick stump
Summary: After a simple gig, things get steamy between two friends who hate to admit they like each other..
Authors Note: this is my first time ever writing official smut (so ignore any incorrect termsâŠ)
Word Count: 2,946
Pairing/Ship: Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance) x Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy)
This includesâŠ: internalized homophobia (slurs mentioned once), slight angst, cursing, two losers but one is more dom, pathetic sub gee, soft dom patrick, scent kink, slight overstimulation, awkward intimacy
. . .
the garage smelt of weed, sweat and a hint of leather as another âconcertâ was held in gerardâs garage. he knew his parents would probably kill him later, but that wasnât what mattered at the moment, knowing he had a show to finish.
gerard gripped the microphone tight, voice loud enough to shake the room. patrick was beside him, fingers working meticulously against the strings, striking strong chords that filled the space.
it was the last song of the nightâ they had to make it count. sweat trickled down patrickâs throat, catching gerardâs attention, a bit too much than heâd like to admit. before he knew it, the band had already started another song while he was distracted. he quickly darted back to the microphone in front of him, feeling utterly embarrassed about missing the first lyrics of the song.
shit.
patrick noticed. he always did when gerard stared for too long. he played it off as something he did âwhen he was in the momentâ, as if he didnât stare patrick down like he was eye candy.
the crowd roared, thrashing limbs, dancing bodies, and smokers in an empty corner. the music buzzed through gerardâs ears as he concluded the final song of the night, microphone screeching abruptly.
âwell, i hope you all enjoyed this.. concert.â gerard cleared his throat, sore and raspy. he fidgeted with his fingers, actively finding words to end the event. "weâll have another gig in about two weeksâ yeah, two weeks." he repeated firmly, voice still shaky.
the garage slowly emptied as the last bystanders began walking out into the cool night air. gerard still felt the faint buzzing like the music hadnât fully faded yet.
patrick set his guitar down, unplugging the amp on the side. âthink we did good tonight?â he asked, panting slightly.
gerard leaned against the wall, wiping the sweat off his palms onto his dusty jeans, the ones he wore far too often. he glanced down at patrick, before tucking a messy strand of hair behind his ear.
âi guess,â he shrugged. âcouldâve fixed some things.â
patrick looked up at him, scoffing. âdude, you missed the first lines of the last song.â
gerard quickly averted his gaze. âdonât remind me.â
the band finished packing up in silence, duffle bags rustling against the ground. the stale smell of weed lingered in the garage, mixed with dust.
soon enough the rest of the band left, exchanging small waves before shutting the garage door behind them.
patrick slung the large bag on his back. âi should probably get goingââ
âwait.â gerard said quickly.
he paused in his steps.
âyou donât have to go. well, not yet.â
patrick tilted his head, before shrugging. âi mean, sure. my mom thinks iâm sleeping at peteâs anyway.â
âbasement?â he asked, before getting a confirming nod from gerard.
ââââââââââââââââââ
gerardâs roomâ well, basement was everything youâd expect from someone like him. the room was filled with half empty cans of soda, and dirty clothes in piles on the floor. horror movie posters lined the walls, ones from popular to lesser known films. nerd.
patrickâs eyes traced the room, even though heâd been there millions of times. he sat down, bed creaking. gerard went off somewhere in his room, running a hand through his damp hair. patrick is quick to take off his dirty converse, looking up at his greasy friend, who was changing right in the middle of the room like itâs the most normal thing in the world.
he couldnât help but stare. hard. heâs never seen him like this beforeâ soft, pudgy skin coated in a sheen layer of sweat. closely examining the slight curve of his hip dips, he wondered what it would be like to grab them.
fuck.
he couldnât think of his friend like that. before he got out of his thoughts, he saw gerard looking at him, a bit embarrassed.
âdudeââ gerard stammered out, face a tinge of pink. he quickly shoved his new shirt on, flattening it out. âiâm no fag, got it?â he hissed, knowing deep down that was bullshit.
âiâ i wasnât staring. what the hell are you talking about?!â he spat out, acting as if he wasnât a nervous wreck. patrick was lying through his teeth. heâs had a crush on gerard for as long as theyâve known each other. âiâm not gay either⊠i donât do that stuff.â he scoffed, staring at the wall like it was the most interesting thing in room.
gerard went back to sit on the bed, now at an awkwardly close distance to patrick, knees brushing against one another. the silence was deafening, both of them not knowing what to say after that weird encounter.
ââââââââââââââââââ
time went by, the pair settled into gerardâs bed watching a movieâ horror, of course, to gerardâs request.
patrick wasnât entirely a fan of it, but he had to do something to get his mind off his best friends body. the soft pink of his nipple, god. the faint trail of hair creeping up to his belly button.
he wasnât gay. he wasnât. he knew that. he couldnât think of his friend like that, even though it gave him a sick thrill.
he took a agonizing breath, before putting his attention to the movie in front of them. gerard was entranced, eyes glued to the screen. he couldnât forget about it, not now. his pants suddenly felt tight. seriously?
gerard suddenly felt thirsty. he lunged his body over patrickâs torso, grabbing his soda can off the armrest. his forearm unknowingly grazed against the tent in patrickâs pants, making him jump up with an embarrassing whine.
gerard froze mid-sip. his eyes widened, fully registering the whine, and even worse, the hardness pressed against his arm.
for a moment, they sat in silence. then;
âholy shit,â gerard yelped, because what else was there to say?! he quickly yanked his arm back from patrickâs bulge like it was on fire. (which heâd much more prefer.)
âdudeâ dude. whatâs wrong with you?!â
patrickâs face burned so hot he couldâve melt right in that bed. âwhâ me?!â he screeched, sitting up almost instantly. âyouâre the one whoâs touching my boner!â
âYOUâRE HALF-HARD IN MY BED!!!â gerard practically screamed.
despite the tense atmosphere, patrick found himself leaning inches closer to gerard, close enough to feel his shuddering breaths.
gerardâs face softened, the initial anger fading away, turning into a newfound curiosity. he watched the way patrick looked himâ like he wanted him to. he kept his gaze locked on his mouth.
âwe really shouldnât be doing thisââ gerard murmured, voice trembling ever so slightly. he obviously didnât move, instead waited for patrick to make the first move.
patrickâs breath hitched, body betraying his thoughts. âi know, i know we shouldnât.â he replied shakily. âbut⊠i donât care.â
something snapped in gerardâs body, making him lunge forward, capturing patrickâs mouth in a kiss. it was a sloppy, messy, desperate attempt to figure out the feelings theyâd felt for each other for god knows how long.
patrick grabbed at his shoulders, gripping them tight. their teeth clashed against one another, both clearly inexperienced with anything intimate.
gerardâs breath shook as patrick pushed him back against the headboard, the sudden force made his heart raceâ fuck. he was already hard from just a kiss?
patrickâs body pressed against his, instinctively making gerard spread his legs for more room. he felt the friction between them, making the already strained bulge in his pants throb needily.
his hands squeezed tighter around gerardâs shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks. this was really happening.
gerard gasped into the kiss while patrick rocked against him, hips perfectly aligned despite their jeans in the way. âp- patrick..â he let an embarrassingly loud whimper against his lips.
patrick pulled back enough to see the state he was inâ head thrown back against the bed, eyes watery and body quivering. he also took notice of the tight shirt he was wearing, how it hugged against his plush hips.
he needed that shirt off of him. now.
âtake your shirt off- please. i wanna see you.â patrick begged, as if he wasnât the one straddling him right now.
gerard complied, yanking the fabric over his head in one swift motion, showing his soft pale torso. he gripped patrickâs front tightly, seeking purchase on his best friends shirt (if thatâs what they even were right now.)
patrick nearly moaned at the sight alone. god he looked so good. he couldnât get any harder than he already was.
at that, patrick paused, eyes taking over gerardâs exposed bare skin. he swallowed the lump in his throat before mumbling a soft, âgod.â his hands came up to squeeze his stomach, earning a shaky noise from gerard underneath him.
he took a moment to run his fingers over the underside of his belly, tracing along the faint happy trail, reaching the black waistband of his jeans. âcan iâŠ?â
gerard shivered at the touch, but nodded enthusiastically, breathing heavy and shaky. he lifted hips up, encouraging patrick to continue. his face was a red messâ watching his friend play with his waistband. âplease- please..â he whined.
âyeah- i.. i got you.â patrick said quickly. he was just as eager as gerard, if not more. he pulled the jeans down, letting them pool around the other boyâs ankle, leaving him sprawled on the bed only in his grey boxers.
patrick bit his lip, letting out a hoarse breath, âlook at you..â
gerard squirmed under his gaze, feeling exposedâ vulnerable. his pudgy thighs threatened to shut under the attention, but patrick gently grabbed them, spreading his legs open once more.
âno, no, no. let me see all of you.â he said, voice raspy with desire.
before he could register what was happening, patrick leaned down, pressing kisses along the inside of gerardâs thighs, licking at the sweat. godâ he felt like he was going to explode.
gerard shuddered, and he couldnât help but buck his hips against patrick, rubbing the damp bulge in his boxers against his face.
the tiniest grin spread across patrickâs lips, before leaning in to pressed an open mouthed kissed right on the damp spot on his boxersâ letting him feel every amount of pressure he was putting on it.
âknew you couldnât wait, pervert.â he mumbled, knowing gerard probably didnât care how horny this made him look right now.
âplease donât stop- please..â the words barely left his mouth, as his hips twitched subconsciously, grinding against patrickâs mouth. he continued his pleas. âi- i want you... please keep goingââ
his breath was strained, as well as his cock in the thin fabric, making him grab at the sweaty sheets beneath him in an attempt to calm himself. his body was on fire, heâs never felt like this before. it made him feel exposed, yet wanted.
patrick huffed against the fabric, sending vibrations straight to gerardâs hips. that alone couldâve made him cum from how desperate he was.
with a final yank, gerardâs boxers peeled off, pooling to his knees, exposing the flushed, leaking cock between his legs.
patrick looked up at him, eyes dark and wide with need. âcan iââ he cleared his throat, motion shaky. âcan i?â he repeated, but more eager.
gerard nodded, almost too quickly. âyes- yes. please, i need it..â he could barely finish his sentences, his whole body trembling with excitement. he knew he probably looked crazy, but he no longer cared. he only cared about two things: his dick, and what patrick was gonna do with it.
patrick didnât hesitate any longer, before taking him in his hand. he gave him a small squeeze first, teasing him, to see if heâd make another sound. gerard grunted loudly at the touch, already so hard. he leaked precum, making a mess on his friendâs fingers. all he could think about his how much he needed this, about how much better this was than jerking off with his own hands.
âs- shitâ patrick..â gerard stammered, voice wrecked. patrick looked back up at him, shaky smirk crossing his lips. âyouâreâ youâre so fucking loud,â he let out a tease, stroking his cock again with an extra slowness.
gerard whimpered pathetically when he felt patrickâs calloused hand work around him, leaking more than heâd expected.
âpa-patrick.. iâm closeââ he sputtered out, earning a small squeeze from patrick. he was already about to cumâ and theyâd hardly started yet. pathetic. he faltered in his stroking for a moment, squeezing around gerardâs length. âno, no. not yet. iâ i wanna try something.â
âwhatâre you talking abââ were the only words gerard could get out before he felt patrick dive onto his chest, lapping his tongue around one of his nipples. he teased along the soft skin, nipping at it with his teeth.
gerardâs back arched off the bed, hands grabbing at anything he could touch, ragged moan escaping his mouth. his mouth against his sensitive chest could just about make him snap, but he held on, afraid this would end too soon.
patrick was too invested in pleasuring him to feel himself get closer to the edge, jeans hanging off his hips. gerard noticedâ how much patrick was getting affected by it, and needed to see him. now.
âl-let me touch you tooâ i wanna do this together..â he choked out, practically begging as he grabbed at patrickâs wrist like his life depended on it.
the request left the room quiet for a moment, before patrick realized what this was. he was going to jerk off. with his best friend. that was going to be a lot to discuss later on. he pulled his mouth off his nipple with a pop, before giving a shaky nod to him.
gerard didnât wait for a response; hands already yanking off patrickâs tight pants, the ones he find insanely attractive while watching him during band practice.
he pulled at the waistband, needing the friction heâd be waiting for after weeks (months? years?) of pining over him. their sweaty bodies moved against one another, causing them to pant.
patrickâs breath hitched as gerard unbuckled his pants, belt snapping open with a sharp click. âfuckâ gerard, wait-â he stammered out, but it was too late.
the moment gerardâs shaky hands wrapped around his cock, patrickâs body immediately reacted. a broken moan escaped his throat, as he bucked into his palm.
gerard watched him break on top of him, hips stuttering against his firm hand, precum spilling onto his belly. his pupils were blown out, watching as gerard figured out how to stroke him properly.
they both knew this wasnât something meaningless, more of them both finding out that they needed eachother just as much as the other boy needed it. patrick thought he was straightâ but he couldnât deny the past glances at each other, the jokes which felt too real, and the lingering touches.
gerardâs breath stuttered as he pressed his nose against patrickâs throat, inhaling deeply. the sharp smell of sweat mixed with the cheap deodorant, and musk of a boy who played his hardest during guitar lessons.
a small whine escaped gerardâs throat, huffing against his skin.
patrick froze from on top of him, âdudeâ what the hell are you doing?â but then he felt gerardâs hips jerk against his thigh while his nose was pressed harder onto his sweaty throat. was he.. getting off to this?
âholy shit, youâ you like that stuff?â patrick huffed. he wasnât sure if he thought it was more digusting or insanely hot, the way he could get off just from his scent alone.
gerard only whimpered in response, inhaling greedily at patrickâs collarbone, where the sweat clung the mostâ cock leaking pathetically onto their touching thighs, just to feel closer.
patrick didnât realize he was grinding against the boy underneath him, before feeling himself getting close. gerard was also feeling the same way.
âmâmâclose.. please let me cumââ gerard begged, rutting against patrickâs cock. âiâm so closeâ so close..â he continued.
âcmonâ cum for me.. god- cum for me-â patrick hurried, stroking faster, and then, with a final touchâ they both released, spurting needily against each otherâs bellies.
patrick breath came in ragged gasps as the aftershocks filled his body, his forehead pressed against gerardâs damp shoulder. the basement smelled of sweat, sex and the lingering smell of them.
gerard whimpered, solely from the overstimulationâ as patrickâs weight pinned him to the mattress. âfuck..â gerard mumbled hoarsely into patrickâs neck where he was moments ago, huffing his smell.
a moment passed where they sat in complete silence, before slowly peeling their bodies away from eachother, covered in their own fluids.
gerard ran a hand through his greasy hair, taking a deep breath. âyknow.. this kinda changes stuff between usâ or something.â he muttered, stating the obvious.
patrick let out a soft sigh, looking over at him. âyeahâ obviously,â he gasped out, chest heaving. gerard wanted to call him out on his bullshit, but was way to exhausted to do so.
they both laid boneless on the bed, sharing glances at each other. âyâgonna stay here? please stay.â gerard pleaded softly, feeling completely idiotic for even suggesting that, after they both just jerked off to eachother. why would patrick want to stay?
patrick didnât reply right away, only lazily flopping his arm around gerardâs waist, squeezing lightly.
âweâll talk about.. whatever this is tomorrow.âhe spoke faintly, quite literally half awake.
the two boys finally let the sleep overcome them, soft snores filling the room shortly. whatever they were now, friends or more than, they both knew they were definitely going to do this together again.
THIS FIC IS SO FUCKING GOOD I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME đ„č
After Practice
gerard way x patrick stump
Summary: After a simple gig, things get steamy between two friends who hate to admit they like each other..
Authors Note: this is my first time ever writing official smut (so ignore any incorrect termsâŠ)
Word Count: 2,946
Pairing/Ship: Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance) x Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy)
This includesâŠ: internalized homophobia (slurs mentioned once), slight angst, cursing, two losers but one is more dom, pathetic sub gee, soft dom patrick, scent kink, slight overstimulation, awkward intimacy
. . .
the garage smelt of weed, sweat and a hint of leather as another âconcertâ was held in gerardâs garage. he knew his parents would probably kill him later, but that wasnât what mattered at the moment, knowing he had a show to finish.
gerard gripped the microphone tight, voice loud enough to shake the room. patrick was beside him, fingers working meticulously against the strings, striking strong chords that filled the space.
it was the last song of the nightâ they had to make it count. sweat trickled down patrickâs throat, catching gerardâs attention, a bit too much than heâd like to admit. before he knew it, the band had already started another song while he was distracted. he quickly darted back to the microphone in front of him, feeling utterly embarrassed about missing the first lyrics of the song.
shit.
patrick noticed. he always did when gerard stared for too long. he played it off as something he did âwhen he was in the momentâ, as if he didnât stare patrick down like he was eye candy.
the crowd roared, thrashing limbs, dancing bodies, and smokers in an empty corner. the music buzzed through gerardâs ears as he concluded the final song of the night, microphone screeching abruptly.
âwell, i hope you all enjoyed this.. concert.â gerard cleared his throat, sore and raspy. he fidgeted with his fingers, actively finding words to end the event. "weâll have another gig in about two weeksâ yeah, two weeks." he repeated firmly, voice still shaky.
the garage slowly emptied as the last bystanders began walking out into the cool night air. gerard still felt the faint buzzing like the music hadnât fully faded yet.
patrick set his guitar down, unplugging the amp on the side. âthink we did good tonight?â he asked, panting slightly.
gerard leaned against the wall, wiping the sweat off his palms onto his dusty jeans, the ones he wore far too often. he glanced down at patrick, before tucking a messy strand of hair behind his ear.
âi guess,â he shrugged. âcouldâve fixed some things.â
patrick looked up at him, scoffing. âdude, you missed the first lines of the last song.â
gerard quickly averted his gaze. âdonât remind me.â
the band finished packing up in silence, duffle bags rustling against the ground. the stale smell of weed lingered in the garage, mixed with dust.
soon enough the rest of the band left, exchanging small waves before shutting the garage door behind them.
patrick slung the large bag on his back. âi should probably get goingââ
âwait.â gerard said quickly.
he paused in his steps.
âyou donât have to go. well, not yet.â
patrick tilted his head, before shrugging. âi mean, sure. my mom thinks iâm sleeping at peteâs anyway.â
âbasement?â he asked, before getting a confirming nod from gerard.
ââââââââââââââââââ
gerardâs roomâ well, basement was everything youâd expect from someone like him. the room was filled with half empty cans of soda, and dirty clothes in piles on the floor. horror movie posters lined the walls, ones from popular to lesser known films. nerd.
patrickâs eyes traced the room, even though heâd been there millions of times. he sat down, bed creaking. gerard went off somewhere in his room, running a hand through his damp hair. patrick is quick to take off his dirty converse, looking up at his greasy friend, who was changing right in the middle of the room like itâs the most normal thing in the world.
he couldnât help but stare. hard. heâs never seen him like this beforeâ soft, pudgy skin coated in a sheen layer of sweat. closely examining the slight curve of his hip dips, he wondered what it would be like to grab them.
fuck.
he couldnât think of his friend like that. before he got out of his thoughts, he saw gerard looking at him, a bit embarrassed.
âdudeââ gerard stammered out, face a tinge of pink. he quickly shoved his new shirt on, flattening it out. âiâm no fag, got it?â he hissed, knowing deep down that was bullshit.
âiâ i wasnât staring. what the hell are you talking about?!â he spat out, acting as if he wasnât a nervous wreck. patrick was lying through his teeth. heâs had a crush on gerard for as long as theyâve known each other. âiâm not gay either⊠i donât do that stuff.â he scoffed, staring at the wall like it was the most interesting thing in room.
gerard went back to sit on the bed, now at an awkwardly close distance to patrick, knees brushing against one another. the silence was deafening, both of them not knowing what to say after that weird encounter.
ââââââââââââââââââ
time went by, the pair settled into gerardâs bed watching a movieâ horror, of course, to gerardâs request.
patrick wasnât entirely a fan of it, but he had to do something to get his mind off his best friends body. the soft pink of his nipple, god. the faint trail of hair creeping up to his belly button.
he wasnât gay. he wasnât. he knew that. he couldnât think of his friend like that, even though it gave him a sick thrill.
he took a agonizing breath, before putting his attention to the movie in front of them. gerard was entranced, eyes glued to the screen. he couldnât forget about it, not now. his pants suddenly felt tight. seriously?
gerard suddenly felt thirsty. he lunged his body over patrickâs torso, grabbing his soda can off the armrest. his forearm unknowingly grazed against the tent in patrickâs pants, making him jump up with an embarrassing whine.
gerard froze mid-sip. his eyes widened, fully registering the whine, and even worse, the hardness pressed against his arm.
for a moment, they sat in silence. then;
âholy shit,â gerard yelped, because what else was there to say?! he quickly yanked his arm back from patrickâs bulge like it was on fire. (which heâd much more prefer.)
âdudeâ dude. whatâs wrong with you?!â
patrickâs face burned so hot he couldâve melt right in that bed. âwhâ me?!â he screeched, sitting up almost instantly. âyouâre the one whoâs touching my boner!â
âYOUâRE HALF-HARD IN MY BED!!!â gerard practically screamed.
despite the tense atmosphere, patrick found himself leaning inches closer to gerard, close enough to feel his shuddering breaths.
gerardâs face softened, the initial anger fading away, turning into a newfound curiosity. he watched the way patrick looked himâ like he wanted him to. he kept his gaze locked on his mouth.
âwe really shouldnât be doing thisââ gerard murmured, voice trembling ever so slightly. he obviously didnât move, instead waited for patrick to make the first move.
patrickâs breath hitched, body betraying his thoughts. âi know, i know we shouldnât.â he replied shakily. âbut⊠i donât care.â
something snapped in gerardâs body, making him lunge forward, capturing patrickâs mouth in a kiss. it was a sloppy, messy, desperate attempt to figure out the feelings theyâd felt for each other for god knows how long.
patrick grabbed at his shoulders, gripping them tight. their teeth clashed against one another, both clearly inexperienced with anything intimate.
gerardâs breath shook as patrick pushed him back against the headboard, the sudden force made his heart raceâ fuck. he was already hard from just a kiss?
patrickâs body pressed against his, instinctively making gerard spread his legs for more room. he felt the friction between them, making the already strained bulge in his pants throb needily.
his hands squeezed tighter around gerardâs shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks. this was really happening.
gerard gasped into the kiss while patrick rocked against him, hips perfectly aligned despite their jeans in the way. âp- patrick..â he let an embarrassingly loud whimper against his lips.
patrick pulled back enough to see the state he was inâ head thrown back against the bed, eyes watery and body quivering. he also took notice of the tight shirt he was wearing, how it hugged against his plush hips.
he needed that shirt off of him. now.
âtake your shirt off- please. i wanna see you.â patrick begged, as if he wasnât the one straddling him right now.
gerard complied, yanking the fabric over his head in one swift motion, showing his soft pale torso. he gripped patrickâs front tightly, seeking purchase on his best friends shirt (if thatâs what they even were right now.)
patrick nearly moaned at the sight alone. god he looked so good. he couldnât get any harder than he already was.
at that, patrick paused, eyes taking over gerardâs exposed bare skin. he swallowed the lump in his throat before mumbling a soft, âgod.â his hands came up to squeeze his stomach, earning a shaky noise from gerard underneath him.
he took a moment to run his fingers over the underside of his belly, tracing along the faint happy trail, reaching the black waistband of his jeans. âcan iâŠ?â
gerard shivered at the touch, but nodded enthusiastically, breathing heavy and shaky. he lifted hips up, encouraging patrick to continue. his face was a red messâ watching his friend play with his waistband. âplease- please..â he whined.
âyeah- i.. i got you.â patrick said quickly. he was just as eager as gerard, if not more. he pulled the jeans down, letting them pool around the other boyâs ankle, leaving him sprawled on the bed only in his grey boxers.
patrick bit his lip, letting out a hoarse breath, âlook at you..â
gerard squirmed under his gaze, feeling exposedâ vulnerable. his pudgy thighs threatened to shut under the attention, but patrick gently grabbed them, spreading his legs open once more.
âno, no, no. let me see all of you.â he said, voice raspy with desire.
before he could register what was happening, patrick leaned down, pressing kisses along the inside of gerardâs thighs, licking at the sweat. godâ he felt like he was going to explode.
gerard shuddered, and he couldnât help but buck his hips against patrick, rubbing the damp bulge in his boxers against his face.
the tiniest grin spread across patrickâs lips, before leaning in to pressed an open mouthed kissed right on the damp spot on his boxersâ letting him feel every amount of pressure he was putting on it.
âknew you couldnât wait, pervert.â he mumbled, knowing gerard probably didnât care how horny this made him look right now.
âplease donât stop- please..â the words barely left his mouth, as his hips twitched subconsciously, grinding against patrickâs mouth. he continued his pleas. âi- i want you... please keep goingââ
his breath was strained, as well as his cock in the thin fabric, making him grab at the sweaty sheets beneath him in an attempt to calm himself. his body was on fire, heâs never felt like this before. it made him feel exposed, yet wanted.
patrick huffed against the fabric, sending vibrations straight to gerardâs hips. that alone couldâve made him cum from how desperate he was.
with a final yank, gerardâs boxers peeled off, pooling to his knees, exposing the flushed, leaking cock between his legs.
patrick looked up at him, eyes dark and wide with need. âcan iââ he cleared his throat, motion shaky. âcan i?â he repeated, but more eager.
gerard nodded, almost too quickly. âyes- yes. please, i need it..â he could barely finish his sentences, his whole body trembling with excitement. he knew he probably looked crazy, but he no longer cared. he only cared about two things: his dick, and what patrick was gonna do with it.
patrick didnât hesitate any longer, before taking him in his hand. he gave him a small squeeze first, teasing him, to see if heâd make another sound. gerard grunted loudly at the touch, already so hard. he leaked precum, making a mess on his friendâs fingers. all he could think about his how much he needed this, about how much better this was than jerking off with his own hands.
âs- shitâ patrick..â gerard stammered, voice wrecked. patrick looked back up at him, shaky smirk crossing his lips. âyouâreâ youâre so fucking loud,â he let out a tease, stroking his cock again with an extra slowness.
gerard whimpered pathetically when he felt patrickâs calloused hand work around him, leaking more than heâd expected.
âpa-patrick.. iâm closeââ he sputtered out, earning a small squeeze from patrick. he was already about to cumâ and theyâd hardly started yet. pathetic. he faltered in his stroking for a moment, squeezing around gerardâs length. âno, no. not yet. iâ i wanna try something.â
âwhatâre you talking abââ were the only words gerard could get out before he felt patrick dive onto his chest, lapping his tongue around one of his nipples. he teased along the soft skin, nipping at it with his teeth.
gerardâs back arched off the bed, hands grabbing at anything he could touch, ragged moan escaping his mouth. his mouth against his sensitive chest could just about make him snap, but he held on, afraid this would end too soon.
patrick was too invested in pleasuring him to feel himself get closer to the edge, jeans hanging off his hips. gerard noticedâ how much patrick was getting affected by it, and needed to see him. now.
âl-let me touch you tooâ i wanna do this together..â he choked out, practically begging as he grabbed at patrickâs wrist like his life depended on it.
the request left the room quiet for a moment, before patrick realized what this was. he was going to jerk off. with his best friend. that was going to be a lot to discuss later on. he pulled his mouth off his nipple with a pop, before giving a shaky nod to him.
gerard didnât wait for a response; hands already yanking off patrickâs tight pants, the ones he find insanely attractive while watching him during band practice.
he pulled at the waistband, needing the friction heâd be waiting for after weeks (months? years?) of pining over him. their sweaty bodies moved against one another, causing them to pant.
patrickâs breath hitched as gerard unbuckled his pants, belt snapping open with a sharp click. âfuckâ gerard, wait-â he stammered out, but it was too late.
the moment gerardâs shaky hands wrapped around his cock, patrickâs body immediately reacted. a broken moan escaped his throat, as he bucked into his palm.
gerard watched him break on top of him, hips stuttering against his firm hand, precum spilling onto his belly. his pupils were blown out, watching as gerard figured out how to stroke him properly.
they both knew this wasnât something meaningless, more of them both finding out that they needed eachother just as much as the other boy needed it. patrick thought he was straightâ but he couldnât deny the past glances at each other, the jokes which felt too real, and the lingering touches.
gerardâs breath stuttered as he pressed his nose against patrickâs throat, inhaling deeply. the sharp smell of sweat mixed with the cheap deodorant, and musk of a boy who played his hardest during guitar lessons.
a small whine escaped gerardâs throat, huffing against his skin.
patrick froze from on top of him, âdudeâ what the hell are you doing?â but then he felt gerardâs hips jerk against his thigh while his nose was pressed harder onto his sweaty throat. was he.. getting off to this?
âholy shit, youâ you like that stuff?â patrick huffed. he wasnât sure if he thought it was more digusting or insanely hot, the way he could get off just from his scent alone.
gerard only whimpered in response, inhaling greedily at patrickâs collarbone, where the sweat clung the mostâ cock leaking pathetically onto their touching thighs, just to feel closer.
patrick didnât realize he was grinding against the boy underneath him, before feeling himself getting close. gerard was also feeling the same way.
âmâmâclose.. please let me cumââ gerard begged, rutting against patrickâs cock. âiâm so closeâ so close..â he continued.
âcmonâ cum for me.. god- cum for me-â patrick hurried, stroking faster, and then, with a final touchâ they both released, spurting needily against each otherâs bellies.
patrick breath came in ragged gasps as the aftershocks filled his body, his forehead pressed against gerardâs damp shoulder. the basement smelled of sweat, sex and the lingering smell of them.
gerard whimpered, solely from the overstimulationâ as patrickâs weight pinned him to the mattress. âfuck..â gerard mumbled hoarsely into patrickâs neck where he was moments ago, huffing his smell.
a moment passed where they sat in complete silence, before slowly peeling their bodies away from eachother, covered in their own fluids.
gerard ran a hand through his greasy hair, taking a deep breath. âyknow.. this kinda changes stuff between usâ or something.â he muttered, stating the obvious.
patrick let out a soft sigh, looking over at him. âyeahâ obviously,â he gasped out, chest heaving. gerard wanted to call him out on his bullshit, but was way to exhausted to do so.
they both laid boneless on the bed, sharing glances at each other. âyâgonna stay here? please stay.â gerard pleaded softly, feeling completely idiotic for even suggesting that, after they both just jerked off to eachother. why would patrick want to stay?
patrick didnât reply right away, only lazily flopping his arm around gerardâs waist, squeezing lightly.
âweâll talk about.. whatever this is tomorrow.âhe spoke faintly, quite literally half awake.
the two boys finally let the sleep overcome them, soft snores filling the room shortly. whatever they were now, friends or more than, they both knew they were definitely going to do this together again.
nerd!patrick x reader
ofc i return w some patrick headcanons itâs taken me an embarrassingly long time to get around to this. smh. how have i not written a nerdtrick fic yet i am a disappointment to my fellow stump lovers. enjoy a short list of headcanons for my loves belated birthday.
to everyone that sent requests i promise theyâre coming!! life has been busy busy busy but it will come !!
heâs a lil perv,panty sniffing,sock sniffing,theyâre in college ,porn, sub!patrick elements, degenerate behavior,stalking i guess,
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Darling Nikki | Patrick Stump x f!Reader
Summary: F/N cheers up Patrick as he struggles to record his first album.
Warnings/Contains: Sub!Patrick, making-out, dry humping, groping, cumming in pants, dacryphilia
WC: 1,174
Originally Posted: 12/05/25 on AO3!
Title Song: Darling Nikki - Prince
16+ Mature Themes
Divider by @purefantasia
number one fan
basement gerard way x singer reader.
summary: gerard is your biggest fan. heâs at every show, every meet and greet, eyes locked on you the entire time. one night, you finally snap.
tags: parasocial relationship, gerard is a creep, obsession, stalking, illegal videotaping, blackmail, degradation, handjobs, rough sex, sub gee, fem reader.
a/n: my take on basement gerard. happy holidays! wc: 4,432.
The lights were blinding, white-hot and punishing, burning down on the stage as your band tore through the opening tracks of your debut album. Ferocious riffs, perfected live over months of practice, shredded through the battered speakers as you leapt across the stage, voice sharp and raw, every note dripping with the chaos the crowds had come to love.
basement gerard x reader because it's one of my guilty pleasures <3
This was the last place you thought youâd be giving a blowjob, but here you are, on your knees in Gerard Wayâs basement bedroom with a cock teasing at your lips.Â
Itâs a fucking pigsty, with laundry strewn all over the floor and furniture, empty energy drink cans on his desk, even his bed is a wreck. But somehow, the messâand the smellâdoes nothing to dampen the unexpected arousal coiling low in your belly.
Gerard had a certain⊠charm to him. You met at the comic book store he worked at, and the way he couldnât meet your eye and stammered through âW-would you like the, uh, receipt with you, orâor in the bag?â made you feel unimaginably powerful.
So you went to the store more often, just to watch the way his hands twisted anxiously in his shirt when he watched you bend down for a comic on the lowest shelf, knowing your skirt rode up just enough to give the poor pervert a glimpse of your lacy panties. At the time, you had shamelessly imagined those thick fingers shoved down your throat.
This is a whole different level. When Gerard invited you over to watch a movie (âitâsâitâs this stupid s-slasher flick, we can, um, we can make fun of it, or whateverâ), you didnât know what to expect. Some tension, maybe. Plenty of awkward looks, maybe some snacks.Â
Never in a million years would you have expected to catch the poor guy getting hard as a girl was getting hunted on-screen by a masked maniac.Â
He had tried to hide it, shifting, subtly adjusting his jeans. But every time you glanced over, you saw how big his pupils were, how he kept chewing on his lip. You decided to put him out of his misery when you said âare you getting off on this? You really are a freak.â
He went red, eyes round and panicked as he tried to explain it away, as if anything could make the situation any less disturbing. Something about it made you want to eat him alive.
So now, youâre getting what you asked for. The poor thingâs a trembling wreck as your tongue circles the swollen head of his cock, thick and hard and weeping.Â
"Uhnâplease, I-I ca-anâtâ" he sounds like a wreck, voice high and breaking just from the slightest touch of your lips on his dick. You take pity on him, engulfing him in the hot wetness of your mouth, jaw opening to accommodate him.
And itâs like a switch flips. He grabs onto your hair hard enough to sting and thrusts into your tight throat, whimpering when you gag around him.
âFuckââm sorry, âm so sorry, I justâjust canât, fuck. Let me, please, l-let me just have this, honey, fuckfuckfuck youâre so tight here, is your pussy this tight? Shit, this is so much better thanâthan the pictures I took up y-your skirt. Iâm such a fffffuckâfucking freak, âm sorry baby.â
He uses your mouth like the fleshlight he has stashed away in his nightstand. Only this one gags and drools and swallows every hot rope he shoots down your throat in messy, jerky thrusts.
hi uhm im just a horny guy theres no harm in that..
anyways⊠who wanna degrade me?