Kink: School Roleplay, Untouched, Handcuffs, Dirty Talk
Ship: Brendon/Patrick
Top: Brendon
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 2817

Thanks to CHAMPIION for editing + revising

The next day is spent where Patrick is walking around after a show. They'd already packed his guitar and mic in the back of the bus while they waited for the other bands to finish up. The show was short, as are most of their shows, but Patrick was happy that it at least happened. He still has adrenaline rushing through his blood from singing so loud, Pete leaning into his neck and licking a long strip up to his ear. He hadn't said a word, just drove the crowd crazy as they continued playing. Some shouting out, "Peterick is real!" and others just screaming and probably getting the wet equivalent of how hard Patrick was from that.

It's true, he's been into Pete for a long while now. The toned muscles and the tattoos shades darker that contrast beautifully with his skin. The one between his hips that he's been dreaming of licking since he first saw it. Pete drives him absolutely crazy but he knows damn well his bassist would never reciprocate the feelings. It would mean nothing and Patrick would want it to mean something. All the more of a reason not to be with him but he can't help it. He needs it. He needs to be under Pete.

Maybe he just needs to be under someone else instead. He's feeling energetic and despite the fact that he can barely keep still, he's sitting on a bench laid out beside one of the buses. He doesn't know which band, he just knows that one of the members is most likely on the list...

Maybe it's Lindsey. He would be completely fine with being dominated by her or Ashley or Hayley... Thighs wrapped around his head as he's forced to just take them in...

Oh fuck.

"Mind if I sit here?"

Patrick's eyes dart up almost as soon as it escapes the other singers lips, a little startled but who wouldn't be?

Imagining some of the hottest girls he knows forcing his tongue between their legs, riding him into submission. Patrick quickly clears the image from his head, instead turning his gaze up to the man in front of him. Bushier eyebrows, brown hair pressed down awkwardly, brown eyes looking right back into his, He's wearing a tie without a suit, and his hair a little bit of a mess. Patrick immediately licks his lips and desperately tries to get the image of Brendon pinning him down out of his mind.

"No, not at all," Patrick replies in a little bit of a whisper. Brendon complies and that's when Patrick sees the joint in the man's hand. He quickly suppresses the whine from leaving his lips. Brendon forcing it between his lips as he straddles him and tugs of his jeans, then pulling it out and blowing the scent of weed in his face.

"So uh..." Brendon swallows nervously, "I talked to Andy, and Andy said it would be okay and I'm not really sure how the hell you expect me to initiate this."

Patrick swears he nearly moans because thank god someone's finally gonna take care of his problem, "Do you wanna go back to my bus? I think everyone's out right now..."

Brendon quickly nods, cheeks the slightest bit red as they rise to their feet. Nerves are running through Patrick but he knows Andy approved, so it should be alright. No danger or anything. He's just hoping it won't be a complete failure either. Patrick swallows as they walk back to the bus, hands in their pockets but Patrick's obviously much less nervous about this than Brendon is. All he really cares about is knowing exactly what he wants to do.

As soon as they're in the bus, with a quick scan to make sure nobody will interrupt them and Brendon throwing away the blunt, Patrick locks the door and turns to Brendon with a bitten lip, "So what did you want to do, exactly?"

The brunette licks his dry lips, quickly avoiding Patrick's eyes and finally parting them to speak, "I-I was thinking something like a... uh... roleplay? Teacher/student? I-I mean if you'd be okay with that..."

Patrick chuckles slightly and finally nods, "I can do that, Mr. Urie..."

Brendon's eyes widen as Patrick pulls him forward by his tie and connects their lips hard. Brendon inhales sharply and after a fast moment he finally gets a hold of himself and lets his dominant side take over. He shoves Patrick back against the wall of the bus, pinning his hands above his head and kissing him harder, tongue immediately taking the dominant side as he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pair of handcuffs, slowly cuffing one around Patrick's wrist as they continue to kiss. As soon as Brendon pulls away, Patrick trails kisses down the man's neck but the brunette pushes him away, instead onto the nearest bunk.

Brendon weaves the chain around the bedpost and cuffs the second one to Patrick's other wrist, tight but not too tight that Patrick would lose circulation. The sub shudders a full body shudder at that, Patrick can't move, is incapable of fighting back. He's at Brendon's mercy, just as Andy had known he would be. And god it's hot.

"Have you been a bad boy, Patrick?" Brendon whispers in the boy's ear. In any other situation, this would be extremely awkward, but coming from Brendon with his deep voice and the hands slowly easing his pants off his waist, he finds himself breathless and needing more. He blinks up at Brendon, eyes wide with lust and need.

"Yes, Sir, I-I've been so bad," Patrick internally cringes but quickly gets over it, "Punish me, Mr. Urie."

He hears the slight hitch of Brendon's voice, then a deep breath, something resembling a small "holy shit'' coming with it. The man quickly tugs down Patrick's underwear, along with his jeans, down to his knees and then all the way off with his shoes. Patrick habitually spreads his legs but the "teacher" only presses them together, knees hitting and Patrick winces.

Slap!

Patrick feels his ass on fire and yelps into the sheets, moaning not long after with a desperate, slutty moan.

"You're a little whore," Brendon chuckles, "Nothing but a no good stupid whore. A slut. You like taking cock, Stump?

"Y-yes, Sir. I-I love it," Patrick replies without much thought.

Slap!

Brendon spanks him again, harder this time and that there makes Patrick cry out, arching his back against Brendon's palm and whining.

"You ever been eaten out?"

"Y-yes, Mr. Urie," Patrick replies even though he's pretty sure he's supposed to say "no."

Brendon chuckles, pulling his ass back and he can feel Brendon's breath at his entrance. So, so close, "You like it?"

"I love it, Sir," Patrick breathes, spreading his legs again as Brendon begins kneading the soft skin and pulling him apart before shutting him again. The brunette bites his lip and finally after a long moment, replies, "You gonna beg for it like a good little whore? Gonna beg for my tongue?"

Holy fuck.

"Yes, Sir, please. I need your tongue in me so bad, eat m-me out, I'll do anything for you. P-please, Mr. Urie, teacher, S-Sir. I n-need you so bad!" Patrick cries, pushing his ass back and clutching the bedpost even with the handcuffs on.

He hears Brendon shuffling around for a moment then his tie is around Patrick's mouth, acting as a makeshift gag as he slaps the boy's ass and finally shoves his tongue into his entrance.

Patrick makes a whiny noise of pleasure almost as soon as Brendon's tongue is in. He feels him swirl inside his ass, tasting him and while it may not be the most pleasant taste, Brendon seems to enjoy it.

"If you need to safeword, knock against the wall," Brendon informs him, pulling back. His breathing is already labored but his mind is clear enough for him not to be stupid.

Patrick nods and just raises his ass higher. Brendon chuckles, then presses his tongue in, delving as deep as he can. He slaps Patrick's ass just for the sensation, then continues, swirling and licking and diving his tongue in as deep as it'll get. Patrick sobs through the gag as the sensations continue to grow and the tip of the dom's tongue brushes over that rough bump.

"Mr. Urie, Sir!" He yells through the gag, bucking his hips back against Brendon's face. The man immediately puts it to a stop, though, squeezing Patrick's ass and pressing him back forward. Patrick whines, begging for more and looking back at the brunette with tears in his eyes. He needs to cum, the feeling in his stomach is so bad and it's building up fast and at the same time slowly ebbing away.

"What, Slut?" Brendon chuckles darkly, "You wanna cum?"

Patrick nods frantically, considering just bucking into the sheets to get more friction but he knows Brendon will only get mad at him. The other man quickly unbuttons and unzips his jeans but not before grabbing the belt and buckling it around Patrick's eyes in three swift movements.

"If I hear another word from that slut mouth of yours, I'm not gonna let you cum. Andy said you can take it."

Patrick stiffens up as Brendon searches his pillowcase and, as expected, finds lube. The man chuckles slightly at that, even more so when Patrick blushes furiously. He's blind and has to listen closely as he hears Brendon open the cap and slick up something. Fingers? His length? Patrick finds out soon enough when his eyes widen through the makeshift blindfold and he arches his back at the feeling of Brendon pressing his lubed up member inside of him.

"Andy said your limits are pretty low," Brendon breathes, "You think you can take my cock, Whore?"

Patrick immediately nods, arching his back and suppressing a whine through the gag. Brendon chuckles, his voice deep and low and so fucking sexy. Patrick feels his stomach lurch at the sound and his cock becomes harder somehow.

The blond grits his teeth when Brendon bottoms out, rubbing his head into the mattress and panting and whining. The brunette only chuckles and holds Patrick's neck into the mattress, keeping him still as he clenches and unclenches around his length.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me? Keep still and let me fuck that pretty ass?" Brendon growls into Patrick's ear. Patrick tries and fails to suppress another full body shudder. The man whispers into the singer's ear, "You gotta respond to me, Patrick."

Patrick nods furiously, pressing back against Brendon's cock and whimpering out a muffled, "Yes, Mr. Urie!"

Brendon pulls back and thrusts back into Patrick experimentally, grunting at the feeling of his tightness because goddamn he's tight for a cockslut.

"God, you're so tight," Brendon voices, squeezing Patrick's ass and parting it as he starts a rhythm, "Gonna make me cum so hard."

Patrick whines and clenches again, exhaling long and labored into the mattress as Brendon starts to fuck him harder. His thrusts are jagged and fast in the best kind of way, hips pressing all the way to the hilt and then back out to the tip and god Patrick feels full. So full that's tears begin to rise at his eyes and he can see stars on the inside of his eyelids.

Brendon's thrusts don't change except for the small moments where he finds the energy to pound into Patrick as hard and fast as he can, then eases up a little. Patrick knows damn well nobody would have the stamina to keep it up for a whole session.

Brendon grunts behind him, gripping his hips with both hands and slamming into him at a made up tempo, his hands squeezing and spreading and pressing his ass and sweat beginning to form under their clothes. Neither have taken their shirts or pants off. Their jeans are down to the knees and the only two articles of clothing that have been discarded are the tie around Patrick's mouth and the belt around his eyes.

Brendon slaps Patrick's ass swiftly before reaching down where their balls meet and sliding up to just under where his cock is slamming into the other's entrance. The singer sucks on a finger quickly, then holds it into the entrance and begins to press in. Patrick inhales sharply in pain, the burn a little much but after a some swirling, he relaxes into the touch and lets Brendon press in a little further.

The man continues, pushing the finger in, a little fascinated with the feeling of his cock in the boy's ass. He presses down once he feels that walnut sized bump and begins to rake down it.

Patrick absolutely collapses, crying out through the gag and shaking and sobbing out in pleasure. Tears fall from his perfect eyes to his flawless cheeks and Brendon finally pays the boy some mercy, unbuckling the belt with his free hand and the gag not long after.

Patrick yelps out almost immediately, taking deep, fast breaths and clenching hard around Brendon as his prostate is abused. The pleasure keeps growing, sending him closer and closer to the edge as the rope around his stomach grows tighter and tighter.

"You about ready to cum, Mr. Stump?" Brendon growls into Patrick's ear.

The boy finds it hard to form coherent words but something resembling a small "please" doesn't go unheard.

"Yeah? That little cock so ready to just cum all over these sheets?" It's something out of a cheesy porn video, but with the way Brendon growls it so deep into Patrick's ear has the best effect on him.

Patrick clenches in reply, handcuffs clinking as his hands shake violently and Brendon takes especially hard against his prostate making his hips buck forward hard.

"You're gonna cum untouched on the count of three. You ready?"

Patrick's never been so ready in his life.

"One."

He tenses up, holding back his orgasm as best he can, muscles clenching and unclenching. His mind is a numb mess, his physical self much worse. Everything is focused on Brendon, nothing else enters his mind but the number coming from between the man's lips.

"Two."

Patrick readies himself, unable to calm himself. He doesn't want to calm himself. This is too good.

"Three."

Patrick cums.

He lets out a broken cry—a scream almost. He feels like he can't stop as his cock twitches violently and spills, spreading white into the bedsheets along with the sweat already accumulated. His whole body shakes and everything clenches: back, shoulders, thighs, arms, toes, ass, hands. Everything. It feels like he can't stop.

Brendon on the other hand, goes through most of the same thing, the only difference is he paints the condom, not the sheets. He lets out a mere grunt, dominant and gruff.

As soon as they've both finished, Brendon collapses, laying all his weight on the other boy. Patrick doesn't mind, though, he's so out of it. Far too gone to care.

Nothing fills the room but their labored pants and the shaking of their bodies. Patrick's legs are still shaking and Brendon's fingers are still digging bruises into Patrick's hips.

It takes at least a full minute before Brendon works up the will to to pull out, get off of Patrick, roll beside him, and squeeze his eyes shut. That was intense. One of the best fucks Brendon's had. He knows that full well.

He realizes not long after, though, that Patrick's still handcuffed to the bedpost. He quickly grabs the cuffs and unlocks them checking Patrick's wrists to make sure they're okay. There are red marks but otherwise, he's happy to know that it didn't cause any injury. He puts the tie back on and pulls up his jeans for he belt, then turns Patrick over and helps him with his own clothing.

"That was fucking intense." Those are the first words that escape Patrick's lips, echoing Brendon's thoughts. Brendon nods in agreement before he quickly leaves to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and returning soon after. Patrick takes a long swig of it, but he pulls it out soon after, watching Brendon.

"Uh... thanks for that," The brunette blushes slightly and scratches the back of his head, "I wasn't sure how okay you'd be with... y'know... teacher/student."

"It was hot," Patrick chimes simply, "Really hot."

Brendon chuckles and looks up into the baby blue eyes, "I should probably go. Ryan's probably worried about me."

Patrick nods as he takes another swig of the water, "Yeah, of course. Talk to you later?"

"Sure."