something i can't stop thinking about is pwentz oral fixation. He's always licking shit. putting his mouth on every surface. he's screaming for something to be put in his mouth.
fingers shoved to the back of his throat until he's gagging, taking it to the last knuckle. he'd honestly deserve it for how often he leaves his mouth wide open. what else did he think was going to happen?
i think he'd reeeeeeally like cockwarming. he wants to be sitting on the floor with a cock in his mouth and nothing else to do. he could probably do it for hours. as long as it gives his mouth something to do so he doesn't have to think so much.
he really just wants an excuse to show you how good he is with his mouth!!!
time stamp 2:13 “i just dont wanna finish” oh ok… we edge him i think…
i'm sooo glad that the timestamp was early because i was VERY distracted by andy... hi beautiful... potentially little known across_waxponds lore: andy is my fav. he is my beautiful princess. i am in love with his spirit. of course i love peterick but andy is MINE!
also fun fact i HAVE AN EDGING SCENE in one of my upcoming fics! yay! so here's that i suppose.
i will also do specfically smfs at some point but i had this one locked and loaded and i'm in the home stretch of this fic. speaking of which...
someone needs to stop me. this was supposed to be 5k.
waiterrr!!!!! i request more tboy pete!!!!!! with extra dry humping!!!!
i'm seriously starting to feel like i somehow picked up a second job as a server in a restaurant with all the calls for a waiter. i'm a barista, man!!!
doing infinity era this time because i can and i think he deserves to exist outside of just 2003. also because infinity era pwentz is beautiful. #tome.
pete's always at his most annoying before a show. something about the anxiety mixed with the excitement mixed with the general demeanor of pete wentz. he's really just a terror to deal with.
pete's favorite thing to do before a show is track patrick down to annoy the fuck out of him. usually in the form of throwing his body against him and trying to wrestle him to the ground.
today, pete's decided to go twice as hard as usual, and he almost takes patrick out as he's doing his vocal warmups in his dressing room—their dressing room, really, but pete's been m.i.a. for hours. patrick elbows him probably-too-hard in the stomach to get him off and it doesn't seem to phase pete at all.
you're so fucking annoying sometimes. patrick pushes him back against the wall, until pete's securely trapped.
patrick has to pin pete's arms to his sides because he's trying to wiggle his way out, and that usually just results in attempt number two of his monday night RAW special. it's not supposed to be a sexual thing. at least, not right away.
but then patrick makes the mistake of pressing his thigh up and in and shifting at just the right angle and pete gasps. his face goes a little red and he moves his own hips again while keeping arguably too much eye contact.
that's what you want?
pete shrugs a little, playing at innocence. his eyes are glued down on patrick's lips, though and he's grinding his hips down in tiny little circles.
if that's how pete wants to play this, patrick won't say no. he holds onto pete at the hips and jerks them forward until pete tenses up under his hands. pete starts working with him after a second or two, adjusting his position so he can ride patrick's thigh more effectively.
he's whining after only a few minutes.
just touch me already. pete's pulling at patrick's hand all impatiently. 's not like anyone's gonna walk in on us. they'd knock.
but you're doing so good like this. you don't need my help.
pete huffs all annoyed and patrick forces his hips to keep moving. pete falls almost limp against patrick's shoulder and uses whatever strength he has left to grip at patrick's shoulders.
know what could make this easier? patrick lets go of him and backs up just enough for pete to panic, gripping back onto him like he thinks patrick's saying it's over.
instead, patrick just pulls at his zipper and pete nods, almost deliriously. patrick only pulls pete's jeans down to his knees before pushing his knee back between his thighs. like this, he's sure the contact is much more immediate. without the added layer of denim, pete's leaking through his briefs, and patrick can feel it. it's more than just the regular warmth.
he doesn't have to force it much longer. pete gets desperate—too close to coming to ignore his need any longer—and accepts that he can't have it any other way. he's practically sobbing against patrick's shoulder as he comes, staining his briefs and the dark blue denim of patrick's jeans.
before he pulls pete's jeans back up, he finally lets his fingers slide into pete's briefs, carefully avoiding his oversensitive areas, collecting just enough wetness on his fingers that when he pulls his hand away, his fingers shine in the light.
he presses those fingers into his mouth, lips quirking up at the corners when pete basically starts panting.
okay, i gotta finish getting ready. go make sure your bass is tuned with your tech.
why does twitter show me nothing but pete wentz antis. tumblr loves me and is so kind and gracious to me and on twitter people skin you for even calling pete cute.
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