The second time Pete and Joe hook up, Jeanae had phoned Pete, wanting to get back together. Pete had said no, for the first time, and Joe had gone to him, a strange urge of pride rising up inside him at Pete being strong enough to tell her to fuck off.
He’d gotten as far as “Dude, well d-“ when Pete had shoved him onto the sofa and unzipped his jeans. Before Joe could say anything else, there’d been hot, wet heat engulfing his dick and he’d had trouble forming words, let alone a coherent sentence. He’d been with it enough to try to shove Pete away as he came, but Pete was stubborn and had ended up with Joe’s come half in his mouth and half on his cheek, which shouldn’t have been hot, but gave Joe an excuse to lick his way into Pete’s mouth before returning the favour.
Pete had let him crash at his place afterwards, lying next to him on the bed with Hemmy snoring between them. And he’d made Joe breakfast the next day, which he’d thought was pretty sweet.
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The third time Pete and Joe hook up, Patrick has a new girlfriend, and it’s serious. More serious than any of them have ever seen Patrick be about a girl, serious enough that Patrick grins for no reason at all and says things like “Fuck, she’s the one. I’m going to fucking marry this girl one day.” Joe’s happy for Patrick, but maybe not so much for Pete who looks like someone pulled his heart out of his chest and ran over it with a steamroller and then told him to cheer the fuck up.
This time, Pete comes to Joe, ushers him wordlessly into the back lounge of the bus they’re sharing and chucks a tube of lube and a handful of condoms into Joe’s lap.
“Please,” Pete says, yanking his shirt over his head. “Please Joe. Fuck me.”
Joe doesn’t reply, just pulls his own shirt off, then goes to help Pete with his belt, strips him naked, then himself and climbs onto the bed beside him.
Joe’s never done this before, but Pete’s a good instructor, giving him helpful tips that start out as full sentences and quickly deteriorate into “Yes, fuck, oh my god, yes, HARDER, Joe!”
Joe falls asleep afterwards, wakes up an hour before the show to an empty bed and a strange feeling in his chest.
That night at the show, Pete is smiling for the first time in days, is animated, is talking to the audience more than the cookie cutter script he’s been using for the past few days. Joe can’t help looking over again and again, can’t help striding across the stage and playing his guitar right up against Pete’s bass, can’t help lean in and press a kiss under Pete’s right ear, a stupid grin on his face the entire time.
~~~
The fourth time Pete and Joe hook up, Joe wakes in his bunk to find Pete straddling his thighs, one hand working its way into his boxers.
“Fuck,” Joe says, propping himself up on his elbows, frowning at Pete. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Pete freezes, fingers wrapped tight around Joe’s dick. He seems confused as he shakes his head. “Nothing,” he says. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything is just…right,” he finishes, with a twist of his wrist than makes Joe moan out in agreement.
~~~
After that, Joe pretty much loses count of how many times they hook up. He suspects Pete still keeps count, cos he’s that type of guy, but Joe’s just happy enough knowing that they happen on a regular enough basis that it means something. Something good.
plz to be ignoring changes in tense in the second part.
He’d gotten as far as “Dude, well d-“ when Pete had shoved him onto the sofa and unzipped his jeans. Before Joe could say anything else, there’d been hot, wet heat engulfing his dick and he’d had trouble forming words, let alone a coherent sentence. He’d been with it enough to try to shove Pete away as he came, but Pete was stubborn and had ended up with Joe’s come half in his mouth and half on his cheek, which shouldn’t have been hot, but gave Joe an excuse to lick his way into Pete’s mouth before returning the favour.
Pete had let him crash at his place afterwards, lying next to him on the bed with Hemmy snoring between them. And he’d made Joe breakfast the next day, which he’d thought was pretty sweet.
~~~
The third time Pete and Joe hook up, Patrick has a new girlfriend, and it’s serious. More serious than any of them have ever seen Patrick be about a girl, serious enough that Patrick grins for no reason at all and says things like “Fuck, she’s the one. I’m going to fucking marry this girl one day.” Joe’s happy for Patrick, but maybe not so much for Pete who looks like someone pulled his heart out of his chest and ran over it with a steamroller and then told him to cheer the fuck up.
This time, Pete comes to Joe, ushers him wordlessly into the back lounge of the bus they’re sharing and chucks a tube of lube and a handful of condoms into Joe’s lap.
“Please,” Pete says, yanking his shirt over his head. “Please Joe. Fuck me.”
Joe doesn’t reply, just pulls his own shirt off, then goes to help Pete with his belt, strips him naked, then himself and climbs onto the bed beside him.
Joe’s never done this before, but Pete’s a good instructor, giving him helpful tips that start out as full sentences and quickly deteriorate into “Yes, fuck, oh my god, yes, HARDER, Joe!”
Joe falls asleep afterwards, wakes up an hour before the show to an empty bed and a strange feeling in his chest.
That night at the show, Pete is smiling for the first time in days, is animated, is talking to the audience more than the cookie cutter script he’s been using for the past few days. Joe can’t help looking over again and again, can’t help striding across the stage and playing his guitar right up against Pete’s bass, can’t help lean in and press a kiss under Pete’s right ear, a stupid grin on his face the entire time.
~~~
The fourth time Pete and Joe hook up, Joe wakes in his bunk to find Pete straddling his thighs, one hand working its way into his boxers.
“Fuck,” Joe says, propping himself up on his elbows, frowning at Pete. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Pete freezes, fingers wrapped tight around Joe’s dick. He seems confused as he shakes his head. “Nothing,” he says. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything is just…right,” he finishes, with a twist of his wrist than makes Joe moan out in agreement.
~~~
After that, Joe pretty much loses count of how many times they hook up. He suspects Pete still keeps count, cos he’s that type of guy, but Joe’s just happy enough knowing that they happen on a regular enough basis that it means something. Something good.