if you wanna go down in history (then i’m your prince)
The Arizona sun beat down mercilessly. You couldn’t remember a time today when you weren’t covered in sweat; the only thing you had on your mind was getting something cool to drink.
That, and Patrick. Maybe it was the heat getting to you, or maybe he just looked extra good today, but whatever the case, you couldn’t stop staring at him. You had watched with stars in your eyes as he’d warmed up with the guys, sweat soaking through his unfortunately (or perhaps, in your case, fortunately) chosen off-white tee shirt. Then you’d watched side stage as the guys performed, with Patrick getting progressively sweatier as it went on.
The thing was, Patrick tended to sweat a lot. You weren’t a stranger to that fact. Still, something about it continually made your head spin.
As was the case right now. He sat next to you in the car on the way to the hotel, of course, hand idly resting on your knee. Despite the car’s A/C blasting, you were still overheated, pressed right up to his warm body.
It was only when you started staring at the bead of sweat trickling down Patrick’s neck that you realized he was speaking to you.
You blinked as if to clear your mind. “Sorry, come again?”
Patrick laughed fondly, the sound making your stomach flutter. “I said, what’d you think of the set? I really think we should play The Music or The Misery more often,”
“…Yeah, it was great. You guys sounded really good,” you replied, though you hadn’t really absorbed the setlist too much. You’d been too busy staring at Patrick, watching him perform was just too magnetic.
He raised a concerned eyebrow, bringing his warm hand to your face and tilting your head. “Are you alright? You don’t have heatstroke or anything, do you?”
That sobered you up a bit. You shook your head rapidly. “No, no, I’m okay. I was just… I’ve been thinking.”
Realization dawned in his expression at once, and you squirmed as he cupped your cheek and stared into your lust-clouded eyes, knowing he had you totally figured out.
“I see,” Patrick murmured. “Seems to me like you’ve been thinking real hard all day, huh?” he gently prompted.
You clenched your thighs together when his thumb slipped to your bottom lip, resting gently on the plush of it. “Uh-huh,” you breathed.
He laughed again, the sound just a little bit condescending yet oh-so fond. “How about we use our words, honey?”
You blinked at him, lips parting under the gentle pressure of his thumb.
The car pulled up to the hotel before you could form a proper answer, the cool blast of the AC doing nothing to temper the heat pooling low in your belly. Patrick’s thumb lingered on your lip for one more second, before he gave your knee a gentle, teasing squeeze.
“Come on, let’s get you inside.” He murmured, voice low and amused.
Patrick kept a hand on the small of your back the whole way through the lobby and up the elevator, his palm warm and slightly damp through your shirt. The moment the hotel room door clicked shut behind you, Patrick was pressing you against it. Your back stuck slightly to the cool surface, and his hand cupping your jaw sent electricity skittering down your spine.
He studied your face with that knowing, affectionate look that never failed to make your knees shake. “So what was it you were thinking about earlier, huh?”
You squirmed, thighs pressing together warm and sticky, but he merely chucked, the sound outwardly sweet but it was edged with something mean. He guided your hand to his chest, then lower, until your palm rested over the growing bulge in his jeans.
”Come on, you’ve been dying for it all day, haven’t you? Get on your knees and tell me what you want while you’re down there.”
You sank down obediently, mouth watering as you unzipped his jeans with shaking hands. He thankfully took pity on you, undoing his belt and letting the denim slide down his legs. The moment you saw the wet spot in his boxers you leant in without thinking, pressing your nose right against the fabric. You could smell the sweat on his skin, rich and musky.
Patrick let out a fond, yet condescending laugh. “Fuck, look at you. You really are perverted, aren’t you, sweetheart?” His fingers threaded gently through your hair, holding you there as you nuzzled against his dick and breathed in his scent. The fabric was warm and damp from his sweat.
After a few more moments of letting you have your fun, Patrick tugged your head back just enough to meet your eyes. “Use your words now. Tell me exactly what you want and why. Don’t make me ask twice.” His voice had taken on a more stern intonation, making you shiver.
You swallowed hard, voice shaky with arousal. “I… I wanna suck you off,”
His smile was mocking. “Hmm, that’s a start. What else, honey? ‘Cause you’re so desperate that you won’t even let me get a shower first.”
Your face burnt as you pressed your cheek against the heavy, sweaty weight of his sac through his boxers. “Wanna get you clean. You smell so good… please, Patrick.” You pleaded.
He hummed approvingly, though his eyes sparkled with teasing cruelty. “God, at least you’re honest. Most people would be embarrassed to say they get off on me being all sweaty and gross, but not you.” He finally batted you away and pushed his underwear down, freeing his thick, flushed cock. The scent immediately hit you, rich and heady in a way that made your mouth water instantly. Patrick guided your face forward again, and you immediately pressed your face against his heavy sac, lips brushing the damp skin.
He let out a low sound in the back of his throat as your lips parted to suck one of his balls into your mouth, tongue swirling over the salty skin. He tasted so good. His hand re-tangled itself into your hair, his grip tighter this time.
You squirmed on your knees as you pulled off with a wet pop. There was surely a sheen of slick coating you all the way to your thighs at this point.
“I thought you wanted to suck me off, sweetheart,” Patrick prompted with a gentle tug of your hair.
It didn’t take anything else for you to lean up and take his dick into your mouth, unable to even help the eager moan that escaped your throat. His dick was hot and thick, coated in a slick layer of sweat and precum. He kept his hand in your hair, guiding you slowly.
You whimpered around his length as he gradually made you take him deeper. Your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock to collect every drop of sweat, so good it made your head spin.
His hips rolled forward slowly, feeding you more of his thick cock into your mouth. “Deeper, honey, I know you can take it for me.” As if to emphasize his point, the head pushed against the back of your throat. Your eyes watered as you tried to relax for him.
“Easy,” he cooed softly, voice warm and sweet even as he held you there. “You can take it. I’ve got you. Just breathe through your nose and open that pretty throat for me… Oh, you’re so good for me.”
He slid a little deeper, the heavy, sweaty weight of him filling your mouth completely. The rich, salty taste of his cock and the lingering musk from his balls clouded your brain. You gagged softly but kept going, desperate to please him. He eventually eased back just enough to let you breathe, then pushed in again, a little deeper each time until your nose was pressed against his damp pubic hair.
After a few minutes of this, he must’ve noticed the desperate way you rocked back and forth, thighs clenched together. While he slowly fucked your mouth, he lifted one foot and slid it between your spread knees. “Go on,” he said, voice low and teasing. “You’ve been so patient. Grind on my shoe.”
You moaned loudly around his cock and immediately started rocking against his sneaker, rubbing your aching, clothed pussy against the fabric and hard sole. It wasn’t nearly enough; there was too many layers and too little pressure, but you were so worked up you couldn’t stop, humping frantically while he kept sliding in and out of your throat. Overwhelemed tears began to slip down your cheeks, making your vision blur just a little.
Eventually, his breathing began to grow ragged, and the hand that was guiding your mouth up and down his glistening length tightened once again. His grip hurt a little now, but it only added to your pleasure. Pain and pleasure began to war in your mind, making your head feel fuzzy, or maybe that was just the lack of oxygen getting to you.
“Gonna cum,” he gasped out. “You’re gonna take every drop down that tight, pretty throat for me.” It wasn’t a suggestion, and before your hazy brain could fully process it, Patrick buried himself deep and came hard, thick, salty pulses of warm cum shooting straight down your esophagus.
You swallowed it obediently, eyes rolling back in your head from the feeling of being so full of him. He held you there for a long moment, stroking your hair and murmuring soft praises that your cloudy mind couldn’t quite decipher.
He finally pulled out then, and you took a large, grateful gasp of air, your lips shiny with drool and cum. Patrick smiled down at you sweetly, thumb brushing your wet bottom lip.
“Good job, sweetheart, so good for me. Now, how about you get on the bed for me? I’m not finished with you yet.”
