at least i'm not talking about waycest

[schmerica]

Conversation with txtequilanights has re-awakened by DEEP DEEP INNER LONGING for AU fic featuring 14-year-old!Patrick/19-year-old!Pete. Yes, that's fucked-up and skeevy. But I neeeeeeeeeeed it. I need it BADLY.

*flails at you all earnestly*

I don't even know how it would work, but IT WOULD BE HOT, is what I am saying. UGH UGH UGH.

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[impertinence.livejournal.com]

And it's the perfect opportunity for Patrick to experiment, so when Pete comes back to see if he can make Patrick make the same noises again, Patrick's like, "Hey, can I touch you? Please?"

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Pete just sort of raises his eyebrows and goes "Uh? Yeah, sure." And just sort of shimmies out of his jeans in a way that makes Patrick's eyes pop.

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

And Pete's ass is right there, so Patrick runs a hand over it, crooking a finger between Pete's thighs experimentally.

Pete wasn't actually expecting to feel nervous. He thinks it's pretty unfair.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

It's not like Pete doesn't have plenty of experience faking being cooler than he is, though. It's like 80% of his life, so. And if this kid doesn't know any better than to think Pete is made of awesome, well. Okay.

"Are you going to put your hand on my dick or what?" Pete says, and Patrick sort of blinks at him, like he's surprised or something.

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

"In a second," he says. "I've never really touched anyone like this before."

He blushes right away, like he's just realized how stupid it sounds. But Pete really can't stop himself from staring, reaching out and wrapping his own hand around his dick.

"Maybe we should lie down," he says finally.

Patrick lips his lips--and oh, hey, there's an idea--and nods. He sits down on the edge of the bed, lying down when Pete pushes him, still completely clothed.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Pete says, "Look, this doesn't have to be -- I mean, you've kissed people before, right?"

"No?" Patrick says, even though it's not a question.

Pete bites his lip and doesn't roll his eyes, because he's not that big of an asshole, but he climbs onto the bed and stretches out next to Patrick, pushing his dick against Patrick's ugly t-shirt.

"Just, okay. Kiss me like you'd kiss someone at your school."

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

Patrick wrinkles his nose, and it's not cute, of course, but Pete feels kind of like he's swallowed a shitload of warm butter. "Right," he says, "okay."

It's barely a kiss. He brushes his lips against Pete's twice, hand just barely touching his jaw. "Sorry," he says when he moves away, blushing hard.

God, this kid's new--Pete pulls him closer, kisses him more firmly, then pulls back and smiles. "Okay?"

"Duh," Patrick says, and pulls him back.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Pete lets it stay slow at first, kind of easy, giving Patrick a chance to figure out what he's doing. It's really obvious that he doesn't know where to put his hands, though, so Pete has to kind of guide him with that, bring his hand now to Pete's naked hip.

Patrick kind of shudders when Pete places his own hand on his back, slipping up his shirt, his pinky edging into the gap at the waist of Patrick's jeans. For a second Pete thinks Patrick might have come already, just from that.

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

He can do anything to this kid, he realizes, and Patrick will welcome it, probably ask him for more. It should probably make him be more careful, but instead he tugs Patrick's shirt up, pressing a kiss to his chest.

"I can't believe no one's jumped your bones yet," he says, grinning up at Patrick.

Patrick's leg curls awkwardly around his. It's good, and Pete kisses him again, almost as a reward.

"Right," Patrick says finally, "you're the first. Congratulations."

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

He tucks his nose into the curve of Patrick's neck and licks him. Patrick's skin smells kind of sweet. Like Ivory soap.

"Did you shower right before I came over?"

"I -- yeah," Patrick says uncertainly.

"No, that's good, that's a good thing," Pete says. "That's great. Hygiene, A plus. Here, I'm gonna do something for you, okay? This is going to change your life."

He's not gentle opening Patrick's pants, just tugging on them hard until they come undone and he can drag them down along with the elastic waist of Patrick's underwear. Pete throws his knee over Patrick, straddling him, and scoots down the bed until his face is even with Patrick's dick.

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

"What are you doing," Patrick says, but not like he's asking; Pete answers by grinning and licking Patrick's dick.

He's never blown a virgin before, and it's interesting, the way Patrick moans and brushes his fingers over Pete's hair. "You won't last," Pete says, cupping his balls.

Patrick shakes his head frantically. "Please," he whispers, hips rocking in tiny increments, "please..."

Pete grins and sucks him down, just far enough to feel the way he shivers, obviously fighting to hold himself down. He's a good kid, and Pete rewards him by sucking him down farther, watching the way Patrick's face contorts, the flush spread all down his chest.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Pete hasn't sucked a lot of dick -- a fair amount, maybe -- but in his limited experience, the worst part of the whole thing is that ache in your jaw you get from holding your jaw open forever, for those assholes who just won't come already, for fuck's sake, when it's been a half hour already.

Pete is confident that problem is not going to pop up in this case.

Patrick's really quiet, little uneven breaths. His parents' room is only two doors down, Pete thinks; gotta be subtle about your favorite hobby. Pete can't keep a steady rhythm on him, Patrick's too twitchy and jerky, like these tiny little movements he can't control.