Collab with CHAMPIION requested by someone (too lazy to see who, though).

"I want to go all the way."

Those were the words that sent all of Andy's attention on Patrick as the blond boy stuttered. His hands were in his pockets nervously, cheeks lit up and eyes lowered in embarrassment and nervousness.

"Are you sure?" That was Andy's response.

He nodded lightly, hoping his cheeks weren't as bright red as they felt they were. "Please," he mumbled. "I-I mean we don't have to. But I'd like to."

Andy chuckled slightly and pressed their lips together, taking Patrick's hands and holding them with his own gently, inked skin contrasting perfectly against Patrick's pale canvas. Patrick only pulled Andy closer, stumbling forward until Andy was between Patrick and the wall, breaths picking up.

Andy moves his head and nibbled lightly on the skin of his jaw, enjoying the soft moan coming from between Patrick's lips.

He was determined to make marks. He wanted to see them tomorrow and remember. He wanted to see exactly where he had pleasured the singer. He wanted to mark him as colorful as his own skin.

Patrick was quickly getting impatient, though, gripping as much of Andy's hair as he could but now pressing a thigh between the deummer's legs, feeling the bulge tugging against the jeans. It only made his own jeans tighter in response.

He whined and tugged Andy's hair so he would look up, "Fuck me!" He hissed, "Please," he added.

Andy nodded and smiled a little before ignoring what Patrick wanted and going back to leave love marks on the other side of his neck.

They had a band meeting tomorrow and the drummer wanted everyone to see that Patrick was his.

Patrick gave a small groan of frustration and just leaned his head back so it would be easier for Andy and he would get done with marking him quicker. He felt Andy smile against his flushed skin.

"You really want it, Tricky?" Andy teased into the blond's ear, licking his earlobe into his mouth before switching their roles and pinning Patrick roughly against the wall, "You really want me to fuck you?"

"/Yes,/" Patrick whined, nearly shaking with how much he wanted it, "Yes, p-please."

Only then did Andy give him mercy.

He grabbed Patrick's wrist, gently gripping it and led him into their bedroom. He lifted the singer's hand and kissed his palm, gently pushing him down on their bed. He kissed his forehead, "Lift your arms, 'Rick," he said. Patrick obeyed and he pulled Patrick's shirt up over his head.

"Take off the joggers," he instructed. Patrick did so and Andy swiftly took his own gym shirt off.

Patrick just followed everything Andy said like if he didn't, the world would end. He /needed/ Andy. Needed skin on skin. Needed his first time with him to happen right then. If not, Patrick thought he would go crazy.

Once Andy's shorts were off, Pagrick's eyes immediately went to all the tattoos covering his body. He loved the designs and the patterns, the reds and blues and greens and blacks that Andy always sported perfectly. The sight /always/ took the boy's breath away.

He lifted his hand, glaring slightly at the sight of it shaking with the excited nerves going through him. He touched Andy's chest feeling the warm inked skin.

A small smile graced his lips as he traced the serpent pattern that went around his chest to his throat. He loved that tattoo, it had so many intricate designs.

Patrick was too much of a wuss to get a tattoo himself, but his bandmate's tattoos were enough. They all knew the singer had an interest in their tattoos. Andy loved watching his trace over them at night, like he was now.

Andy leaned down and kissed Patrick's lips, his pace began to slow a little as Andy slipped a finger under Patrick's boxers and pulled them down just enough to free his length. It's long and dark and Andy's seen it plenty of times, this isn't their first time at anything sexual whatsoever. They've given each other blowjobs and handjobs and rimjobs in the past, each a little hotter than the last, a little more comfortable until they gladly do it whenever they feel like it, but this is different. This is Patrick taking it up the ass and this is much more than just lust. This is love, something they don't get to appreciate as often as they may like.

Patrick pulled Andy's chin up with his index and middle finger, taking the redhead from his thoughts and making him instead just appreciate this. See the moment as it was and just focus. It's not something done mindless, they both need to be ready emotionally and physically.

"Are you sure about this?" Patrick questioned.

"I'm sure," Andy smiled gently, kissing him again and finally taking his boxers off all the way, throwing them to the hamper in the corner, "More sure than I've ever been in my life."

Patrick gleamed a little and kisses the man again before fingering at the other's boxers this time, sending chills up Andy's spine.

Patrick's slim fingers played with the material for a bit, feeling Andy's hardness through the layer. Andy gave out a small noise of pleasure as Patrick continued before pulling his hands away.

He hooked pale fingers around the elastic band and tugged.

They were off in slow motion. Andy took in a sharp breath at the sudden cool air on him. Patrick grinned slightly.

"You're awfully pretty," he whispered, looking up at Andy.

"Oh, Patrick, you're beautiful," he replied, "I'm glad you're mine. I'd die if you were anyone else's."

Andy smiled brightly and pulled him in softly, just shutting his eyes and enjoying the sensations of Patrick's hand beginning to touch him, slowly stroking him with fingertips passing over his base to his tip and back down, almost as softly as the first time he'd ever touched Andy's cock. He was new at it. Andy wasn't his first fuck but Patrick had always been extremely nervous when it came to anything sexual. He had been so cautious with it, hands shaking and eyes wide. This is only slightely different. Patrick isn't scared. Neither of them are. They both want this.

Andy just continued to kiss Patrick, tongue asking for entrance which is eagerly accepted, until they're both moving against each other and sharing spit. It would have been disgusting in any other situation, but neither seemed to mind then. Too caught up in the moment.

Patrick let out a small gasp into Andy's mouth as he was pushed back down into the bed. He loved his arms up to rest around Andy's neck as he was straddled.

The drummer placed his hands on either side of his head to hold himself up. He leaned down so they could continue kissing. Patrick moaned softly as Andy sucked softly on his bottom lip and moved his hips down on the singer's.

"Andy, please," Patrick whispered. Andy nodded and helped him move up the center of the bed, "On my back?"

"Whichever you think you will be more comfortable with. I want to prep you first. I want to make sure I don't hurt you. I love you," Andy said, kissing the tip of Patrick's nose as he reached over to the table beside their bed.

He pulled a small bottle of lube out and set it beside Patrick's legs, "I love you, too," Patrick said and spread his legs.

The blond watched with gentle eyes as Andy popped the lid to the lube and squirted some into three fingers, pulling back to get a good view of what he was doing. Patrick swallowed and finally just shut his eyes as Andy began circling around his entrance with a single finger.

"Andy, please."

"Sorry," the drummer immediately replied. Patrick sighed in relief as Andy finally began sliding a finger inside. It takes a moment after the initial intrusion before it begins to get uncomfortable. Patrick just takes it, though, sighing when Andy begins trailing kisses down his stomach to ease up the pain.

"Tell me when you want a second," Andy says softly as he swirls the finger inside Patrick and began thrusting softly. Patrick didn't reply, instead let out a pleasured whine and bucked his hips back toward Andy's knuckles.

Andy held back a small chuckle, and continued, rubbing the pad of his index finger along his walls. Patrick shivered and took in a deep breath before Okay-ing Andy to add a second finger.

Andy made sure it was lubed up well enough still and crossed the two fingers before lining them up again, slowly pushing back into Patrick. The singer immediately felt the stretch and clenched his eyes. He let out a shaky breath as Andy uncrossed his fingers.

Andy slowly twisted and worked up to scissoring his fingers. He curled both up and smiled when Patrick let out a loud moan and his hips lifted.

"Feel good there?"

"Felt amazing," Patrick breathed out. Andy nodded and kept rubbing on his prostate, before asking if he could add a third finger. "Yes, yes, more please," Patrick rushed out. He gasped, whining quietly as he felt Andy start to position the third finger and slowly enter it.

Patrick let out a strangled sound. A mix of pain and pleasure as he quickly gripped the bedsheets and arches his back.

"A-Andy," Patrick breathes, squeezing his eyes shut and curling his toes as he tries his best not to clench.

"I know," Andy soothes him softly, but he doesn't stop until he bottoms out his fingers.

Patrick releases a held breath slowly and experimentally clenches and unclenches, feeling the fingers inside him. When Patrick stops showing signs of pain, Andy continues, thrusting the fingers slowly and scissoring them. He stretches Patrick as well as he can, making sure he's completely comfortable with what they're about to do.

"Last chance to back out," Andy says softly, swirling his fingers.

"I need this, Andy," Patrick breathes, "Please."

Andy nodded and leaned up to kiss Patrick's chin. Patrick let out a breath and smiled at Andy. The drummer slowly pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the bedsheets and Patrick spread his legs more as Andy kneeled above him.

"Condom?"

Patrick shook his head, "wanna feel you." He grabbed the bottle of lube and held it up to Andy. He lifted the cap and poured it onto his palm and began to rub it on Andy's cock.

"Is that good?" He whispered after a few moments. Andy nodded and moved back between Patrick's legs.

The blond pulled a pillow under his hips quickly and helped Andy closer until one leg was propped up on Andy's shoulder and the other was wrapped around his waist giving Andy good, smooth access to Patrick's ass.

"You ready?" Andy breathes. His voice sounded loud to both of them, though, when nothing occupied the silence besides their heavy breaths and rare whispers.

"Yeah," Patrick replied simply, "I want you now."

Andy kissed his lips gently and held that kiss until he was lined up and beginning to enter. Patrick gasped almost immediately at the intrusion, the thickest part of his cock parted his entrance wide and causing him a fair amount of pain, but as soon as the tip was through, Patrick began to breathe a little softer.

He whined and looked up to Andy's eyes, the brown eyes staring soothingly back at him. "Doing so well so far," Andy praised and pushed in a little more. Patrick whimpered and resisted the urge to squirm back from him. Andy moved a hand to his hip, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. "You can do it."

"I-I know, just," Patrick whined as Andy pushed in a little more, half way in now. "Woah," Patrick whispered. He leaned into Andy's touch when Andy moved his hand from his hip, to his face.

"Almost there, baby doll," Andy mumbled. "Hows it feel?"

"Full," Patrick cried out softly as Andy pushed in more. As Andy went, tears threatened to fall down Patrick's cheeks, but he wiped them away. "Really, really full."

"Its okay," Andy hushed him and pushed in all the way, all at once. Patrick gasped and whined, grabbing the bedsheets tightly. "Good job baby."

Patrick was a crying mess. It hurt. /God,/ it hurt. His hands were tangled in the sheets and his back was arched and his legs were squeezing Andy. It wasn't unbearable but it was enough to make him hurt bad.

"You're doing so great, Love, so good. I'm so proud of you," Andy whispers. Patrick pants and squirms and whines. It takes him a good minute before he's comfortable enough to just go limp and furrow his eyebrows in pain.

"Tell me when I can move, Darling," Andy murmurs into Patrick's neck.

Patrick nods, too far gone to reply. Andy smiles and kisses his lips gently. The blond kisses right back, squeezing Andy's hair and sighing before he pulls away.

"Okay."

Andy did teh thrusty en patrick scremed and cummed all ovr teh end.