darkangel_0410

Sorry this is so late, but here's Day 4 of the 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge. Hope you guys like it. Also, I'm not happy with the way this is formatted but I can't figure out to fix it.

Day 4, prompt: genderswap
a/n: So, I've never written genderswap -I've
never actually even had the urge to write it
before. Not sure how this turned out, really, but
I suppose it could have been worse. This is
always-a-girl!Pete -I kept his name the same,
but here it's just short for Petra. Please don't
shun me for this, ok?

“'Trick,” Pete crowed, launching herself at
Patrick once the tech had taker her bass. She
latched onto his back and dropped a sloppy kiss
onto the side of his neck. “That show was...”

Pete trailed off when Patrick shook her off and
she saw the look that crossed her best friend's
face; she recognized the way his eyes were
heated and dark, pupils blown with more than
just the adrenaline of a successful show.

Patrick grabbed her wrist and tugged her down
one of the side hallways, losing the rest of the
guys and security. Once he was sure they were
pretty well hidden, Patrick stopped and crowded
her against the wall.

“Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is
to hide a hard on with a Gibson?” Patrick asked
darkly; his fingers made short work of opening
Pete's jeans before he slipped his fingers inside.

“I'm -fuck- sorry?” Pete managed to gasp out
and clutched Patrick's shoulders as he pushed two
fingers inside of her.

“Bullshit,” Patrick scoffed; he wrapped his hand
in Pete's hair and gave her a quick, rough kiss as
he quickly started to finger fuck her.

“I know you do it on purpose,” Patrick went on
and set his teeth on Pete's neck. “You tease me
all night long just to get me worked up enough to
drag you off as soon as we're offstage.”

“It worked, didn't it?” Pete smirked before
Patrick raised an eyebrow and rubbed his thumb
over her clit and made her eyes roll back ito her
head.

“Fuck, 'Trick,” Pete whimpered, her voice
breathless; she hooked one of her legs around
Patrick's hip, trying to get closer to him. “Please,
come on, I need -”

Patrick bit Pete's shoulder and pressed his thumb
against her clit at the same time; smirking a
little as she let out a low whine and came.

Once she got her breath back, Pete opened her
eyes and groaned at the sight of Patrick licking
his fingers clean. Patrick smiled smugly and
captured her lips for another kiss, this one a lot
more gentle than previous ones.

“Holy shit, 'Trick, you're going to kill me one day,”
Pete muttered, her fingers going to his jeans,
they were still clumsy from her orgasm but it
didn't take long for her to get the button undone.

Before she could do anything else, Joe stuck his
head around the corner and immediately winced
and covered his eyes.

“Again? Seriously, haven't you guys ever heard of
a hotel room?” Joe complained, the hand not
covering his eyes waving around indignantly.
“Come on, Andy wants to get back to the hotel
and I'm not listening to him bitch because you
two don't know how to keep your pants on.”

Patrick laughed ruefully and rested his forehead
against Pete's for a second. “We're coming,” he
told Joe.

“Don't worry, 'Trick, I'll just owe you one when
we get back to the hotel,” Pete leered, doing up
her jeans as Patrick smiled and stepped away
from her.

She tangled their fingers together and pulled him
after Joe. Pete smiled and thought, briefly, that
this band thing had turned out better than she
had ever hoped it could.