Kink: Rough, jealousy, against the wall
Ship: Brendon/Patrick
Top: Brendon
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 1527

M(A/N: after this chapter I'm gonna try some new things that I've never written before like threesomes, daddy kinks, toys and shit, and other stuff cuz I want to see how well I can write that content)

For alltimebrentrick

Brendon gets jealous.

Really, really, really damn jealous and I liked testing his limits. Like bringing a friend over just to make him jealous. Maybe have some fun tonight.

Well... Mikey approved.

There was a knock at the door and I immediately let my friend in.

"Hey, Pat." He said to me, shutting the door behind him.

"Thanks for doing this, like... A lot..." I said blushing slightly. I wasn't too comfortable with talking about sex with anyone except Brendon.

"No problem," he replied, "How far are we taking this?"

"As far as we can go before it's cheating." I reply, "I want to make him as jealous as I can..."

"So if I did this..." He ran his fingers up my chest and shoulders, running his fingers over me sensually, giving me a little bit of a boner which I immediately scrambled to hide, "I wouldn't be cheating."

"M-Mikey-" I half moaned, "Still keep it in the friend zone, dammit."

He laughed at my attempts to hide my growing hard on.

"Okay, okay. But like if I messed up your hair or was more touchy than usual." He said backing away from me.

"Yeah, or like if you accidentally tripped and kissed me or your hand accidentally touched my crotch." I replied, "Nothing more than that."

We heard a car door shut outside and Mikey and I immediately went into the kitchen pretending to grab some food.

"Well what if I slap your ass?" He asked quickly before Brendon could hear.

"Yeah, that would work." I replied as my boyfriend opened the door.

"Hey, Bren." I called.

"Hi," Mikey said to him.

"Good afternoon Mikey," He called coming into the kitchen, "What are you two doing?"

"I was gonna get food but I don't know what to get." I say quickly letting the lie slip off of my tongue.

"So your checking the dishes cupboard?" He asked kissing my neck before continuing to the fridge to hang up his keys.

"Huh?" I realized I was in the dishes cabinet and immediately blushed in embarrassment, "Oh, hey. Coffee it is then."

I began making some coffee with the Keurig we had, I leaned over the counter on my phone, a perfect angle for Mikey to come by and-

Smack!

I squealed. He slapped really god damn hard, no wonder Pete's always reluctant to sit down.

I turned giving him a thumbs up only he could see while seeing a glare from Brendon to Mikey. His gaze shifted to me, he raised an eyebrow. I shrugged, pretending I didn't know what was up with him.

I finished with my coffee, throwing the K-Cup away, before sitting on the couch beside Mikey on my phone, checking out Twitter.

Mikey kept running his fingers through my hair as he did the same, looking through Twitter, Instagram, and basically everything else he had.

This continued for a while, Brendon kept glancing at me with jealousy and anger in his eyes from the kitchen table where he was working on some song lyrics on his laptop.

I got a text from Mikey

Mikey: Can I leave now?
Patrick: If you want. I think he's jealous enough but be sure to do something on the way out
Mikey: yay ;)

I rolled my eyes before Mikey spoke up, "Okay, I'm gonna go, Pete wants me home so we can-"

"Shut up."

"But-"

"Shh..."

"In the bedroom-"

"I don't want to hear about your sex life."

"Bye now."

He gave me a hug and I hugged back, feeling his hand go down to my ass again and squeezed, hard. I was sure Brendon saw that.

I let out a moan. A fucking moan.

"Bye!" He squeaked before leaving, shutting the door behind him. I stood there speechless.

Brendon came up behind me and pulled me back against his chest, squeezing my throat slightly.

"What was that? Did you like that? Did you like it when he touched you?" He growled into my ear.

"Yes, sir." I replied, hoping to take this farther.

Brendon slammed me against the nearest wall. My fedora fell over my eyes as I faced him and I found his face was right in front of mine. He threw my fedora onto the coatrack.

"Yeah? Did you like it when he touched your ass? Do you want to be with him? Do you want to belong to him?" He growled.

"No, sir, I belong to you,"

He yanked off my shirt, throwing it to the floor. I tried to start on his but he only pushed my hand away and did it on his own.

"Do you want Mikey to touch you again?" He growled into my ear.

"Yes, sir," I squeaking wondering if I was taking this too far.

"I'll change your mind by the end of the night, Slut." He growled, "You're mine, you crave only me, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

He began on my pants mumbling as he went, "You're so fucking irresistible, Patrick."

I whimpered as he yanked down my pants harshly and threw them on top of our shirts. He kept his pants on as he began sucking my neck, leaving love bites and hickeys. He nibbled down my collarbone while his knee began massaging my hard length.

"Bren..." I whispered breathlessly.

He yanked his own pants down before grinding into me, hotly. His sweat was making his hair cling to his face. He gazed straight at me with a glare.

"You're such a slut, Patrick." He growled, "I'm going to make you crave me more than you'll ever crave anyone else. You are mine."

"Yes, sir."

He pulled down my boxers and began pumping me, squeezing tightly and sliding fast so my hips banged against he wall as he went. He still kept that lustful gaze in his eyes, though, intimidating me.

"Who do you belong to?" He barked.

"You, sir!" I cried out. He pulled down his own underwear before turning me around and slamming me into the wall, I knew it would leave bruises.

He opened a condom packet and spat into his hand as he began lubing up, "And who do you want to touch you, Slut? Who do you crave?"

"M-Mikey," I tested, "I crave Mikey."

"Wrong answer," He whispered into my ear before slamming into me, roughly. I screamed out at the pain without prepping, "Who do you crave, Patrick?"

"Mmm... M-Mi-" I couldn't finish as he began thrusting into me, fast and hard, the pain was still overwhelming, "Fuck!"

"Who?"

"M-" I couldn't even get past the first letter this time as he rammed into me harder. He began taking it a little slower.

"Who, Patrick?"

"Y-You..." I replied, the pain dissipating and being replaced with pure pleasure,

"What do you crave about me, Slut?" He growled.

"I-I love the way you hurt me, Sir..." I moaned softly. He yanked me back by my hair, still ramming into me.

"What was that, Slut?" He said before tugging my earlobe, hard.

"I love the way you hurt me, Sir!" I screamed, needily.

"Like... This?" He yanked my hair again, making me cry out in pleasure.

"Yes, Sir!" I moaned loudly, scratching against the wall.

He thrust in deeper and harder, hitting my prostate in the process and making me scream again. My end was getting closer and closer as we went, Brendon's thrusts were starting to get sloppy.

"Sir, can I come, please?" I begged.

"I don't know, Slut. Do you deserve it?" He asked me.

I didn't want to speak because if I said yes then he would call me greedy. If I said no then I couldn't come. He realized this and quickly fixed his mistake.

"Who do you belong to and who do you crave?" He asked me one last time, still slamming into my prostate while his hand was jacking me off at the same time.

"You, Sir..." I moaned.

"What's my name?" He growled, tugging my hair with his free hand.

"Brendon!" I screamed.

"Come hard for me, Baby." He whispered into my ear.

I felt myself release my load into Brendon's hand, riding it out. I panted exhausted before collapsing into Brendon's arms. He held me up and carried me into our room, quickly picking up our clothes on the way. He set me down on the bed before laying beside me.

"Are you okay, Baby?" He asked me, "Can you walk?"

I laughed at that because he knew. I sat up and rose to my feet but quickly fell back onto the bed with a groan of pain and a wince.

"I'm sorry, Baby... Come here..." He took me in his arms, letting me kiss him softly.

"It's alright, I probably deserved it..." I replied with a small giggle.

"Whatever, go to sleep."