(kind of smut?)


petewentz: sent you a message
petewentz: sent you a message
petewentz: sent you a message
petewentz: sent you a message

patrick sighed, picking up his phone that buzzed profusely as he received an ungodly amount of messages. okay, it was only four, but he was tired so it felt like ten!

"what the fuck does he want!" patrick groans, unlocking the device and reluctantly opening the instagram. nothing could have prepared him for what came on screen when it finally loaded.

he expected stupid memes pete saved throughout the night. he expected pictures of animals pete thought were cute. he expected anything but his best friend's dick and a few other photos to go with it.

patrick had only hoped that they were meant for someone else. he hoped it was a cruel joke pete was playing on him. he hoped pete would not realize his mistake...

patrick felt a bit weird about it: saving his friend's nudes. but he had to admit, they were rather hot. do not get him wrong! patrick was straight. or so he claimed to be. which is part why he felt more conflicted than anything when he noticed the tent in his boxers after receiving the messages.

he ignored his problem and thought of a reply for his friend. tried to think of one that did not let pete know he actually enjoyed seeing them.

patrick could not focus on any normal thought as he stared at the screen- pete and his stupid penis staring back at him. "fuck," patrick mumbled, no longer ignoring the problem now in his hand.

he felt guilty and disgusting but that did not stop him from moaning out his friend's name. neither feeling stopped him from whimpering out, mind going everywhere it had avoided for years, pumping his fist feverishly. it did not stop him from breathing heavily, finishing in his hand and underwear.

patrick, once cleaned up and more clear minded, he opened his phone again. he gave up on denying it, and said it out right. he only hoped pete would know what he was saying.

patrickstump: you should send me stuff like that more often ;)

it was stupid but the best he could really think of at the moment. patrick did not care if pete meant to send him the pictures or not, he was just glad that he had. he also did not seem to care about the outcome of his actions at this point- he just acted.
~~~

pete sighed, getting ready for bed. he did not know why the dude had never responded, but he got tired of waiting. he took care of himself and was now about to sleep... that is until he received a message, explaining why that guy had never responded. his eyes widened as he read the message, immediately deleting his own.

petewentz: i-
petewentz: patrick, i'm so sorry...
~~~

patrick laughed, looking at the messages.

patrickstump: don't be! I rather enjoyed them... but I'm going to go to bed now. goodnight, petey.
~~~

pete blinked, reading the message, face heating up.

is he being serious?

he stared for another confused moment before deciding he was too tired to think too much into it.

petewentz: okay- goodnight then...

pete sighed once more, putting his phone away and somehow going to sleep like he originally planned.