Gerard gets a little carried away sometimes. He's been told this many times by many different people. Once in a while, though, it works out in his favor.
He and Patrick are taking advantage of one of the rare moments when they've got the bus to themselves. He's sprawled out on the couch with Patrick on top of him, grinding down between his legs, and it's hard not to get just a bit too caught up in the moment. What's unexpected is that when he brings his hand down against Patrick's ass with a hard slap, Patrick groans wantonly into his mouth and presses his hips down harder.
Gerard pulls away, gasping for breath, and asks, "You liked that?"
Patrick nods, biting his lip, and Gerard is hit with a sudden flash of inspiration. He maneuvers them around so that he's sitting up and Patrick is face-down over his lap. Gerard strokes the curve of his ass, unsure of how far to take this, until Patrick speaks up. "Do it."
Gerard slaps him once, and Patrick whimpers; twice, and he moans; a third time, and he's writhing, rubbing his cock against Gerard's thigh. Gerard works his hands under him and unfastens his pants, pulls them down around his knees, and hits him again, deepening the blush that's already starting to form.
Patrick's face is buried in his folded arms, and Gerard hears his breath hitch with every slap. Gerard reaches out and strokes the back of his neck, feeling him relax under his hand before catching him off guard with another blow. Patrick sobs, his entire body seizing up, and Gerard is afraid he might actually come in his pants if this continues.
"Get up," he says, and Patrick crawls off his lap and sits beside him. Gerard kisses him once before placing a hand on his shoulder and forcing him off the couch and down onto his knees. Patrick unbuttons his pants and frees his cock. Gerard traces his fingertips along the side of Patrick's face as he sucks him off, feeling his own hardness straining against the inside of Patrick's cheek. It isn't long before the wet heat brings him to release, and Patrick pulls back and lets it splash onto his face. He reaches down and brings himself off with a few quick strokes, whimpering high in the back of his throat and coming all over his hand.
Gerard pulls him back onto the couch and uses his own discarded shirt to wipe the come from his face. Patrick sighs and leans against him, resting his head on his shoulder, and only then does the full reality of the situation hit him. "Are you--" Gerard swallows, his throat suddenly dry. "Was that okay?"
Patrick snorts. "I wouldn't have let you do it if I hadn't wanted it, ass." Gerard is silent, and Patrick lifts his head to look at him. "Seriously, don't freak out on me now."
"I'm not freaking out, just...." Gerard waves his hand vaguely.
Patrick kisses him, a gentle brush of lips, and says, "You think too much."
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ninetydegrees
Patrick/Gerard
on 2008-03-23 12:00 am (UTC)He and Patrick are taking advantage of one of the rare moments when they've got the bus to themselves. He's sprawled out on the couch with Patrick on top of him, grinding down between his legs, and it's hard not to get just a bit too caught up in the moment. What's unexpected is that when he brings his hand down against Patrick's ass with a hard slap, Patrick groans wantonly into his mouth and presses his hips down harder.
Gerard pulls away, gasping for breath, and asks, "You liked that?"
Patrick nods, biting his lip, and Gerard is hit with a sudden flash of inspiration. He maneuvers them around so that he's sitting up and Patrick is face-down over his lap. Gerard strokes the curve of his ass, unsure of how far to take this, until Patrick speaks up. "Do it."
Gerard slaps him once, and Patrick whimpers; twice, and he moans; a third time, and he's writhing, rubbing his cock against Gerard's thigh. Gerard works his hands under him and unfastens his pants, pulls them down around his knees, and hits him again, deepening the blush that's already starting to form.
Patrick's face is buried in his folded arms, and Gerard hears his breath hitch with every slap. Gerard reaches out and strokes the back of his neck, feeling him relax under his hand before catching him off guard with another blow. Patrick sobs, his entire body seizing up, and Gerard is afraid he might actually come in his pants if this continues.
"Get up," he says, and Patrick crawls off his lap and sits beside him. Gerard kisses him once before placing a hand on his shoulder and forcing him off the couch and down onto his knees. Patrick unbuttons his pants and frees his cock. Gerard traces his fingertips along the side of Patrick's face as he sucks him off, feeling his own hardness straining against the inside of Patrick's cheek. It isn't long before the wet heat brings him to release, and Patrick pulls back and lets it splash onto his face. He reaches down and brings himself off with a few quick strokes, whimpering high in the back of his throat and coming all over his hand.
Gerard pulls him back onto the couch and uses his own discarded shirt to wipe the come from his face. Patrick sighs and leans against him, resting his head on his shoulder, and only then does the full reality of the situation hit him. "Are you--" Gerard swallows, his throat suddenly dry. "Was that okay?"
Patrick snorts. "I wouldn't have let you do it if I hadn't wanted it, ass." Gerard is silent, and Patrick lifts his head to look at him. "Seriously, don't freak out on me now."
"I'm not freaking out, just...." Gerard waves his hand vaguely.
Patrick kisses him, a gentle brush of lips, and says, "You think too much."