5. Andy. Never mind that Andy's possibly the straightest guy ever born, Pete saw him drum for the first time and he was gone. He tried off and on for six months to get Andy's hands in his pants and finally gave it up as a lost cause. Pete thought people that straight were a fucken myth.
4. Patrick. Two minutes after Patrick stopped singing, Pete was powerless to stop himself; he was cocking his hips and rucking his shirt up over his stomach almost before he realized what he was doing. Patrick got really flustered, which was adorable, and started stammering that he wasn't going to sing for any band, which was decidedly not. Pete backed off on the sex front immediately- this kid was golden and Pete wasn't dumb enough to fuck that up.
3. Ryan. It worked easily -too easily, in fact. Pete only had to smile at the kid -and he really was only a kid, barely seventeen- and Ryan was ready to drop to his knees. There was a healthy dose of hero worship mixed in there. Enough of one that it made Pete back off and swiftly regulate Ryan to the "friends, don't touch" part of his brain.
2. Ashlee. Pete stretched, aware of the way his hipbones looked as his jeans slowly fell a little lower. He smirked when he met her eyes and accepted the invitation he saw in her eyes. The only thing that kept him from regretting the whole mess of their relationship became was the baby they named Bronx Mowgli.
1. And Patrick again. "God damn it, 'Trick. What do I have to do to convince you I'm serious?" Pete demanded as he crowded his best friend against the hallway, his hips pressed tightly against Patrick's. This close he could feel Patrick was as hard as he was.
"I don't," Patrick ground out, turning his head away from the older man. "Fuck, Pete, stop it. I am not going to do this with you, not when you don't even know what you want."
"Stump, you jackass, I've wanted this for fucken years. I know, I'm sure. Fuck, it's always been you, fucker."
There was a charged silence while Patrick searched Pete's face. He smiled tentatively, and then more brightly when Pete practically crowed in triumph and started kissing Patrick eagerly, soaking up the happiness that was starting to show on Patrick's face.
Finally, he was were he wanted to be.
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....um, this isn't exactly what I originally intended, but I hope you still like it, lol.
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5. Andy. Never mind that Andy's possibly the straightest guy ever born, Pete saw him drum for the first time and he was gone. He tried off and on for six months to get Andy's hands in his pants and finally gave it up as a lost cause. Pete thought people that straight were a fucken myth.
4. Patrick. Two minutes after Patrick stopped singing, Pete was powerless to stop himself; he was cocking his hips and rucking his shirt up over his stomach almost before he realized what he was doing. Patrick got really flustered, which was adorable, and started stammering that he wasn't going to sing for any band, which was decidedly not. Pete backed off on the sex front immediately- this kid was golden and Pete wasn't dumb enough to fuck that up.
3. Ryan. It worked easily -too easily, in fact. Pete only had to smile at the kid -and he really was only a kid, barely seventeen- and Ryan was ready to drop to his knees. There was a healthy dose of hero worship mixed in there. Enough of one that it made Pete back off and swiftly regulate Ryan to the "friends, don't touch" part of his brain.
2. Ashlee. Pete stretched, aware of the way his hipbones looked as his jeans slowly fell a little lower. He smirked when he met her eyes and accepted the invitation he saw in her eyes. The only thing that kept him from regretting the whole mess of their relationship became was the baby they named Bronx Mowgli.
1. And Patrick again. "God damn it, 'Trick. What do I have to do to convince you I'm serious?" Pete demanded as he crowded his best friend against the hallway, his hips pressed tightly against Patrick's. This close he could feel Patrick was as hard as he was.
"I don't," Patrick ground out, turning his head away from the older man. "Fuck, Pete, stop it. I am not going to do this with you, not when you don't even know what you want."
"Stump, you jackass, I've wanted this for fucken years. I know, I'm sure. Fuck, it's always been you, fucker."
There was a charged silence while Patrick searched Pete's face. He smiled tentatively, and then more brightly when Pete practically crowed in triumph and started kissing Patrick eagerly, soaking up the happiness that was starting to show on Patrick's face.
Finally, he was were he wanted to be.
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....um, this isn't exactly what I originally intended, but I hope you still like it, lol.