"So!

"And when it all goes to hell
Will you be able to tell me
Sorry with a straight face!

"And when it all goes to hell
Will you be able to tell me
Sorry with a straight face!"

Patrick's fingers grip the mic harder, his hair sweaty in his face as Joe spins beside him and Pete bounces around to his left. It's almost violent with how hard they're playing, Gerard and Ryan and Will and Travie behind them, an audience of what must be thousands before them. The adrenaline's never been higher.

"Take this to your grave
and I'll
Take this to mine!"

Joe and Pete singing backup, Patrick playing hard and fast. They all seem to lose track of it all but they stay perfectly in sync. Pete screams somewhere in, Patrick continues his pattern through, plays his six note release.

And it's over.

His tired eyes lift to the crowd, a smile on his face. The crowd is screaming and Pete's patting his back and Joe's grinning and looking back at Andy. Patrick pulls away to wave to the crowd and after a long moment, he looks back at Pete who's smiling right back with that stupid emo fringe.

Yeah. Maybe Patrick really could get used to this.

***

He returns backstage not long after, wiping the sweat from his face and looking around at everyone there. Frank's smoking a cigarette and leaning back against the wall, Gerard's right by his side with a bottle of beer and Brendon and Dallon are talking amongst each other to his right. Travie and Gabe and Will, he notices, are standing beside each other, talking softly. William looks excited, maybe a little high. Gabe's much calmer, and Travie looks just the same.

Patrick licks his lips, setting his guitar in the case and still giving wary glances to Will. He knows Will's already asked. Knows that he wants to do something with him and he knows Andy's consented to it. He wouldn't be surprised if Will would be next to pull him aside and fuck him until he can't think straight.

That thought alone makes his pants tight.

He finishes packing his guitar, eyes lowered and ass out. Maybe a little teasing wouldn't hurt. He's feeling confident enough. Maybe it would make Will fuck him harder. That would be hot. All those dirty words that would come with it. He knows that's how it works with boys. If you can get them in just the right mood, their words can come out much faster, much filthier, much harder.

Patrick keeps William on his feet as he heads back to the bus, but makes sure to stay near as many people as he can. He /knows/ the brunette is following him, though. Sees those brown locks out of the corner of his eye several times as he follows Pete and Joe and Andy, pressing his instrument into the trunk. Once it's away, packed up and put where he won't have to worry about it, he blatantly /bends over the end of the bus/ to help Pete get his bass in.

Nobody questions it, thank fuck. But he can see the wide eyes on Will as he stares at his ass.

"Are you staying on the bus?" Andy asks Patrick as the blond rises back up.

"I need to check in with Bob about the whole rape play thing," The blond replies, "Then I dunno, probably gonna hang out with Pete for a while."

Andy nods mutely, eyeing Will slightly out of the corner of his eye, then nods again, "I'm here if you need me. Don't forget you're going into subspace tonight, okay?"

Patrick nods softly, smiling softly before pushing himself away from the back of the bus and walking away. He needs to find Bob (which he was planning on doing today anyways) but with Will there, it's a little more fun. With the brunette watching his every movement. How he swings his hips when he walks and how he runs his fingers through his greasy hair, knocking off his hat.

Will's just about had enough.

"Patrick!" The lanky boy calls, heading toward the dirty blond in a few quick steps and finally catching up instead of just being a fucking creep and hanging back to basically stalk Patrick for the rest of the evening.

The other turns, mustering his most innocent face and raising his eyebrows as he looks back, "Will, what's up, Man? How's Travie and Gabe?"

The singer chuckles softly, "They're good. /Really/ good, y'know?"

Oh dear lord does Patrick know.

"Yeah, Man," The shorter grins, stopping in front of the bus, "Hey, I gotta check in with Bob really quick about something, anything you wanted to talk about? Or do?"

Will licks his lips, dark eyes tracing Patrick's body discreetly, "Uh... yeah, actually. Go ahead with Bob, though, yeah? I'll catch up to you after."

"You sure you don't wanna come in?" The other asks. The innuendo is well hidden, but Will finds it as clear as a crystal. Patrick's innocently brushing his fingers over Will's chest and slowly, with the soft touch of his fingertips, dragging down to the front of his jeans.

Will takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes to calm himself but it does nothing when Patrick digs his palm against the growing bulge. Will feels cold and rough, a darker feeling than anyone else Patrick's been with. The brunette's hands grip Patrick's hard and rough and pin them right over his head, useless. Trick takes a deep breath, letting out a small sound of desire. Like he's fucking /begging/ Will to just fuck him.

"Travie told me about you," He starts, gripping one of Patrick's hips, "Told me about how many people you've been fucked by."

"Y-yeah?" Patrick encourages, "You wanna own me like he did? Do you really think you're /that/ good?"

Will slams his hand into the blond's neck, cutting off any and all air that goes to his lungs and stopping his speech with it, pressing him harshly against MCR's bus.

"I already own you, you piece of shit. You will call me Sir from now on and you will /not/ talk back. Unless you like to get punished," Will gives a cold smile, "But I'll make sure you'll regret that."

Patrick shuts his eyes as Will finally lets go and watches him fall to his knees in front of the both of them. He's stroking his throat, rubbing his face over Will's jeans and fucking /drooling/ from red, swollen lips. It's obscene and hot and raw and everything about how Patrick looks at him sends his cock twitching.

"You're a fucking slut, Stump. A cockslut, yeah? You like taking cock anywhere you could take it," Will chuckles darkly, "Don't you?"

"Oh fuck, yes, Sir," Patrick groans.

"What? Yes, what?"

"Yes, I'm a fucking cockslut, please, Sir. I want your cock so fucking bad, please," Patrick chokes, "Please."

"Get on my bus, I'll be right there. Against the wall, presentation position," WIll mumbles, pulling himself away from Patrick's mouth, "Lube's under my mattress. Get yourself ready, you worthless whore."

Patrick nods, slowly rising to weak knees and pressing himself against the bus to steady himself. Will chuckles, cupping Patrick's jaw firmly and kissing him. The blond groans, bucking his hips against the other's but he's shoved away not long after with a firm glare. It shouldn't be as hot as it is, being pushed and manipulated and vulnerable.

He leaves anyway, walking in a rush toward where he thinks is Will's bus. He sees a few logos he knows well. Panic! At the Disco, Paramore, Gym Class Heroes, Cobra Starship... The Academy Is...

Patrick wastes no time in heading in, shutting the door not long after and quickly recalling Will's words. Presentation against the wall...

Maybe...

Maybe he could get away with being a brat for the day, though. He bites his lip as he examines the room and quickly tugs off his shirt before laying back in Will's bunk and lifting his hips to undo his belt and pull his jeans off with it.

His cock is straining against his boxers, begging for the release that Patrick has yet to give. His fingers are soft, flow down his chest and through his hair as he gently eases down his boxers and pumps himself soft and smooth. His lips part, delicious and swollen as he moans, shutting his eyes. He needs to put on a show which, coincidentally, he's done a lot in his life. He's used to the stares and the, "Pretty boy's" that dripped like honey from the lips of horny teens just trying to get off.

He's had sex with a /lot/ of people.

Patrick shuts his eyes, bites his lip and furrows his eyebrows, a look of frustration and pleasure crossing his face. The kind of shit that drives guys like them crazy. He wonders how William will react. Pissed? Horny? He's guessing the former. Most dominants would be. And he loves that.

He's pretty used to being tamed like a bitch, used to being held down and fucked and told to "behave like a good boy." If he has a favorite kink, it's /got/ to be something like that. He's a brat. He loves being put in his place.

And from the way Will walks into the bus and glares at him, he can tell he'll have bruises through the next month.

"I thought I told you presentation position, against the wall, fully clothed," Will grits.

"Oops," Patrick grins cheekily.

"I'm giving you to the count of three to fix it," Will mumbles, his hair messy in his face and managing to make that glare impossibly darker and sexier. "You either fix it or I punish you and you don't cum tonight."

Patrick outright laughs. Fix it? He's not gonna fix it. That's not how this happens, Will has to /work/ for it.

"One." Will pulls his hair back and takes a breath. "Two." Patrick thrusts up into his hand faster, teasing his lip. "Three."

When Patrick dosen't move, Will makes his way closer to the bed, hand in a fist, "Travie told me you would behave. Told me you'd be good for me."

"You're not Travie," Patrick smirks, leaning back on his elbows, "And I'm sure your cock isn't that big either. If you want my ass you have to show me you /really/ want it."

Patrick doesn't have time to tease any further because Will's seizing him by his hair and slamming him up from the bed and instead against the wall, entering two fingers dry and covering Patrick's mouth. Despite the fact that he looks like a total twink, he's actually really strong, and Patrick can't help but moan at that following the scream of the two dry fingers.

"This doesn't work like that," Will growls, "You will call me Sir and you will behave or I'll have to show you what happens to people who don't."

"Show me, /Daddy/," Patrick laughs.

He stops when he feels a third finger working his way inside him. He's spreading him open, he's making it hurt. He's treating Patrick like nothing more than a toy. And then he adds his pinkie. It hurts. It burns. And he knows Will isn't planning on stopping as he cries out in pain.

He wants his entire fist up there.

"W-Sir," Patrick drops his head, eyes wide. Will doesn't reply.

"I want you on the bed, I'm going to punish you, Patrick. A lot. And if any of it comes too much, use the safeword, is that understood?" Will asks in a calm voice.

"Y-Yeah," Patrick nods, shutting his eyes and following the order as soon as Will has his fingers out of his ass. His head goes down, arms at a 90 degree angle and ass high in the air, back arched, "Please."

"Shut up," Will grumbles, shoving him down and thrusting two fingers back in, followed by a belated third, "You need lube?"

Patrick stays there for a moment, panting and thinking. He took an entire duldo dry the other night, but a fucking fist...?

"How safe actually /is/ dry fisting? Like... that stuff's gonna make my ass bleed, won't it?"

Will bites his lip, running deft fingers through blond strands, "Possibly, I'm not gonna say it's safe. Because it's probably not, but it kind of depends on whether or not you've ever actually /been/ fisted before."

Patrick takes a breath and after a moment, he just shakes his head. Because no matter how thrilling that may be, he's never actually /had/ a fist up his ass in his life. He knows while there are much more extreme things that he seriously doubts he'll ever try, and fisting has never really crossed that list, it's still scary. And new. And different.

"Yes? You want lube?" Will asks. Patrick immediately nods, pressing his ass up and arching his back again.

"Yes, Sir, please," he takes a breath.

"Please, what?" Will asks, drenching a couple fingers in lube and pressing them back in, "Beg for it like a good little whore."

Patrick groans, shutting his eyes as he tries to bring the words to mind, "I-I want your fist..."

"Where?" Will teases, holding the blond's head down by his hair and slowly maneuvering a third finger in, "In your mouth?"

"I-In my ass, Sir..." Patrick blushes, "Please."

Will chuckles, it's a sly, harsh sound and it's fucking /frustrating./ Patrick fucking needs it, he doesn't even care anymore, "/Sir/."

The brunette pushes Patrick's neck down into the mattress as he swiftly presses more lube around Patrick's entrance and thrusts slightly, three fingers, then four, in and out his tight ass. He's clenching, he's wincing, he's trying to power his way through it but Will sees right through it.

The little brat can take it, though.

Will pulls Patrick further up, dribbling even more lube across his fingers because honestly? This shit takes a /lot/ of lube. His thumb crosses Patrick's balls, pressing his perineum and watching the blond react in a sharp intake of breath, and a slow release. His head is tilted back, chest rising and falling steadily and cock subtly twitching every once in a while. It's hot. Really hot.

Will slowly thumbs his way closer to Patrick's entrance, already stretched tight around his fingers. He dances around the rim for a moment, twisting the four fingers he already has in and spreading them as well as he can against the tight pucker and the intense resistance.

"I'm adding the last one. Deep breath in." Patrick complies, his back arching and twisting under a beautiful layer of fat, he can see the muscles flexing under the skin. "And out." Will presses in watching Patrick wince and hearing the small whine of pain escape his lips followed by a soft, shaky, "/G-God/."

"All good?" Will asks, covering his fist in more lube and testing all five fingers. The hardest part - and he knows from experience, especially from experience without a prestretch from a dildo - is getting past the knuckles. Stretching that last limit. Gabe's done it for him hundreds of times by now on shaky knees and muffled cries. He knows how hard it can be to just pass that last limit. But he knows Patrick can do it. If he could take Travie, he can take a fist.

"Fine," Patrick replies with a delayed, pained response, "Go, all the way. Wanna feel it."

"You sure?" Will asks, massaging Patrick's lower back, "Don't wanna hurt you, I don't care that you're a masochist because everyone has limits, y'know."

"Just put it in me," Patrick snaps, but he's soon met with a sharp slap to his ass and all five fingers leaving his ass. He outright groans at the loss, grinding back into thin air, desperate for something to fill him again. He's stretched, and loose, and it fucking hurts, "Goddamnit, Will!"

"Shut up!" Will barks, choking him against the mattress before he can protest, "Shut up, you're not in fucking charge and I can't do this unless you're fucking sure because I'm not gonna be responsible for your ass fucking tearing or some shit. Just shut up and relax."

Patrick gasps for breath as soon as Will lets go with a frustrated look. Patrick takes a moment to recover before he's nodding breathlessly and spreading his legs, "Please."

Will examines him for a moment more before he nods, and covers his hands in lube again, capping the nearly empty bottle and pressing three fingers back in, "In, out. Slow breaths."

Patrick nods, leaning up slightly to watch. The angle's changed and... yeah maybe watching a fist enter his ass might be a little fascinating. Will's holding him open with one hand and continuing to press with the other. Four fingers, five... Patrick keeps taking deep breaths, unclenching as well as he can despite the fact that it feels weird as all hell and all he wants to do is clench.

"In," Will mumbles, matching Patrick's breathing, "Out," He begins pushing again, slowly reaching his knuckles. Patrick grips the sheets, throws his head back, and arches his hips, crying out in pain and a hint of pleasure. But it fucking hurts. Will immediately stops, watching Patrick with a close eye, seeing his teeth dig into his lip and his chest rise and fall and his fingers twitch into the covers.

Will slowly pulls out, to his fingertips, changes the shape of his hand so it's flatter, and presses back in in slow, gentle movements. Patrick immediately relaxes, legs going limp and lip released with a small, "F-fuck."

The brunette takes that as a sign to go farther, slowly, slowly past the thickest part of his hand, and on until all he can see is his wrist, the rest disappeared inside Patrick. The blond, leans up with wide eyes, breath hitched and a look of awe in his eye.

"Jesus," Is all he mumbles just before laying back again, "You have small hands."

Will frowns, pulling his hand out to his finger tips and thrusting in a little harder this time, "What was that?"

Patrick cups his fingers around his mouth and replies, "You. Have. Small. Hands."

Will smacks his cheek and mumbles, "You're lucky my hands are drenched."

"What? You gonna show me who's boss?" Patrick grins cheekily.

"No, I'm gonna fuck you into submission first with my fucking hands, then with my cock, and then I'm going to put a fucking plug in that hole of yours because it looks fucking beautiful stretched out like this. And afterwards I'll leave you for a few hours until Travie comes and fucks you /again/ is that understood?" Will replies. The blond blinks and after a moment, he nods, smirking slightly, "Okay," he replies, "I can deal with that."

Will smacks his ass promptly, then pulls out his hand, sides it with his left flat out, and begins rubbing against his entrance like he's molding clay. Patrick groans, legs shaking and head thrown back. He likes that. That's good.

"Fuck," Patrick mumbles, incoherently, "/Fuck/."

"Shut up," Will replies, pulling his hands back and forcing Patrick's legs up before digging his fist back in his stretched hole, thrusting and twisting and shaking and overall driving Patrick fucking crazy. He's panting and groaning and tugging at his cock, desperate to cum. Will keeps doing this thing where he twists it and simultaneously pulls it out before shoving it back in and doing it all over again and - fuck. Patrick's not gonna last long.

"W-Will, Will, please, I wanna... let me..." Patrick sobs, arching his hips against Will's hand and grinding down in big, exaggerated motions, still fisting his cock and thumbing his slit and spreading the clear precum dripping down his length.

"Wait," Will mumbles, "I thought you were a cockslut, you were supposed to last longer."

Patrick blushes a bright red, looking away, "Shut up, this is the first time I've had an entire fucking f - oh fuck!"

Will's using both hands again, but this time, he's pressing them in farther, up to the knuckles. Patrick immediately pulls away, whimpering in pain and shaking his head, "I-I can't, Will."

"Yes, you can," Will whispers, "You can, you're okay." He continues a little slower anyways, whispering, "In's" and "Out's" and watching Patrick closely. He knows Patrick can take it.

Patrick feels like his entire lower half is on fire, choking and trying to take steady breaths. He doesn't need to be a fucking expert on fisting to know he's gonna need a shit ton of aftercare for this. It hurts. It doesn't feel good anymore. And Will keeps going to his wrists.

He stops, watches Patrick, how the blond is staring at the ceiling, gripping his still hard cock and taking deep breaths as he adjusts. Will doesn't dare move, doesn't dare speak, just watches. Patrick shuts his eyes, eyes watering and a long sigh escaping his lips as he adjusts before he gives a staccato nod and braces his legs. Will slowly finishes off, continuing to the small of his arm and slowly massaging against the other's prostate with his thumbs, trying to relieve the pain.

"You okay?" Will finally asks.

Patrick shuts his eyes, a faint smile crossing his lips through the pain before he finally replies in a drowsy voice.

"It feels like I'm trying to shit out your hand."

Will chuckles, kissing his hips gently before pulling both hands out the slightest and pressing back in, thumbs still pressed against his prostate, "You're gonna be so stretched after this, you've seen that shit, right?"

The other shakes his head, shutting his eyes as a cold wave of pleasure washes over him and he bites back a moan. Will grins, sly and mischievous as he pulls out his left hand and continues with his right, thrusting and rolling and doing that /thing/ again that drives Patrick crazy right into his tight heat. He's able to go quite a bit faster like this without the extra leverage of his other hand.

"It's beautiful, all red and swollen and wide," Will nibbles at Patrick's thigh, "I could spread you open with my thumbs and see right in there."

He pulls his entire hand out and grabs for the basket under his bed, obviously not giving two fucks that he's covering everything in lube. He grabs the handcuffs and wastes no time in clasping them around Patrick's wrists before reaching for his phone and speading Patrick open with his index and thumb. Sure enough, he can see right inside to all the pink and red flesh. He takes a picture. Patrick doesn't protest.

"What would you say I put these on MySpace," Will teases, "So everyone can see just how slutty you are."

"Will!" Patrick blushes.

"Call me Sir and I might not," Will chuckles, letting go, "Push."

Patrick immediately does, showing off his swollen entrance for another picture, followed by a video. Will spreads it open again, grinning to himself because - yep. This is going to the spank bank.

He ends it with a quick smack to Patrick's ass, turning off the video and throwing his phone aside before pushing his fist back in, "Cum when you're ready."

Patrick groans, bucking his hips and watching Will jerk his cock. It doesn't take long until he's spasming and convulsing, hips stuttering and muscles clenching beautiful with a strain of his face. He cums, cock twitching and hands gripping the restraints in a tight hold. He lets out a weak cry to a strong orgasm. He doesn't have the energy to make it longer or to really appreciate it, but it feels amazing anyway.

Will pulls his fist out not long after, watching Patrick shut his eyes and let out labored, shaky breaths in fast pants.

"You did great," Will whispers, "Amazing."

Patrick nods, tugging at the handcuffs weakly. Will nods, quickly unlocking them and throwing them aside in one swift motion. Patrick's exhausted, too exhausted to talk, or to even look at Will, but after a moment, he drags himself up and pulls Will closer, burying himself in the singer's chest. The other understands, doesn't stop him, only sits back and strokes his hair as he comes down from his high and up from the subdrop. It's something Will's gone through hundreds of times before, despite the fact that he's topped Travie and Gabe before, he's a switch. He doesn't just top or just bottom. He does both.

So yeah, he knows what subdrop's like. It's something he doesn't enjoy, but to every pro, there's always a con.

Patrick releases a long breath and finally speaks, his brain no longer fuzzy, and his thoughts no longer so dark.

"What else do you want me to do?" He asks, wincing as he pulls back and rubbing his ass, "I can't... I can't do the plug or... or any of what you said. Maybe Travie if you give me a while."

"That's fine, that's fine. You think you could help me out?" Will replies, leaning up on his knees to take Patrick's hand and place it to the visible bulge in his jeans, "Suck me off? We've got another fifteen minutes before Travie but I can talk to him if you want me to."

Patrick nods, checking the clock beside Will's bed to see the time. 5:41. He nods again and finally pulls Will up on the bed before pushing him back down. His head falls to the pillows, his back to the sheets, and his legs spread to hold Patrick between them. The blond eagerly tugging off the brunette's shirt to reveal the other's nipples which - sadly - he doesn't spend too long on. He goes straight for the jeans, watching Will's lanky body stretch and flex.

The jeans come off soon after, fallen somewhere on the floor, and then Patrick's pulling down his boxers.

He blinks, chuckles, and rolls his eyes. Because out of all the guys on this entire warped tour, Will's the only one so far who's uncut. It's kind of cute and hot at the same time, how Will twitches before him, swollen stiff with blood. He plays with the foreskin gathered at the tip for a moment, watching Will's flushed face, but it's not long before he's rolling it down and jerking him in smooth, tight strokes. He's long. Not as long as Travie but not as short as Jon. It's sort of this happy medium. Just about average, maybe slightly longer.

Patrick pulls the skin back up, rubbing over Will's tip for a moment before going down on him. His lips wrap around the tip in such a way that the skin goes down with his lips, following the wet vice in smooth, exaggerated motions. He sucks and rolls his tongue in just the right way to find the underside of the cockhead with each stroke. Will's a squirming mess.

The brunette grabs Patrick's hair, pressing him up and down on his cock, watching those green eyes lock with his own and crying out at the feeling. Patrick pulls off for a moment to tug at the skin softly and pull Will's legs up to his shoulders instead, giving him a little bit of a better space to work with. Patrick goes back down, thumbing Will's balls and shutting his eyes again.

"Trick, I..." He bites his lips and wraps his legs tighter around Patrick's neck, "I-I'm gonna - "

"Cum," Patrick mumbles, just before going back down and licking up the droplets of precum dribbling from Will's cock. The vocalist cries out, holding Patrick close and releasing deep into his throat. The blond swallows it all down, pulling off with an audible pop soon after, "Good?"

Will nods, pulling Patrick closer and hugging him tight, "You feeling okay?"

"Better," Patrick winces as he adjusts and tugs the blanket up past his soft cock, "I need to be back on the bus by 7. Andy needs to talk to me about some shit. Do you know how long until Trav's here?"

Will watches the clock for a moment, then turns and pulls Patrick closer, "Like five or ten more minutes. You sure you can't stay? We'd keep you up all night. Maybe Gabe could come over... just spend hours between your thighs or maybe get Travie's fist up that tight little ass..."

Patrick shivers, goosebumps tracing his arms, especially more so when Will follows them, "I'm sure... I really wanna stay but I don't think Andy would like it..."

Will scrunches his mouth to the side in disappointment, then nods, "Oh okay. It's gonna happen soon, though. Gabe and Travie and I treating you like heaven..."

Patrick groans, his soft cock twitching as Will traces his fingers down under the sheets and to his thighs. It's like fucking /torture/. Especially when Will pulls away

"You should probably get back anyways, though, I'll call it off with Travie tonight, but next time, okay? Maybe I could have you suck me off before then, yeah? You're good with your mouth." Will gives a cheeky grin and crawls out of bed, grabbing Patrick's clothes and handing them over before grabbing his own and dressing. Patrick lowers his eyes, tugging on his boxers and jeans.

Yeah, maybe he could get together with Will before then.

Notes:

My writing is getting so crappy I'm so so sorry for this mess but I had to update.

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