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mayqueen517I've been wanting to write more of this pairing for a while now, and I actually managed to crank this out today (I'm not sure how this reads, since it's a quick-write, but...ah well). Frankly, I'm a little amazed, but I did want to say this:
sleepherealone: I'm so glad we friended each other, because I've truly enjoyed having you on my friends list. I hope that you have a wonderful Christmas and a beautiful New Years.
Pairing: Gabe Saporta/Patrick Stump
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He feels bad for just a moment before Gabe grins up at him, smug and pleased. Rinsing his face off, Gabe stands, not caring about grace as he kisses Patrick hard, tasting of the water around them and of something more base.
Patrick doesn't let it become a thing to be talked about, really. He likes his privacy, in any event, but when it comes to hooking up with tour mates, he learned his lesson well.
For instance, Patrick doesn't want himself and Gabe to become the hot item when it comes to what the fans are talking about. He doesn't want himself and anyone else being the hot item. What he does want, though, is just a little peace and quiet from Pete's raging insomnia, but you can't always get what you want.
He has a feeling that Mick Jagger never meant this when he was singing that.
"Yo, yo, P-Stump!"
Patrick braces himself, laughing a little when Gabe wraps arms around him and leans. Gabe's a comforting warmth, even with the heat of summer rising around them. Gabe ignores Patrick's shrugging before poking him lightly in the shoulder.
"You, me, your room, working on the album. Deal?"
Snorting, Patrick looks up at him, wondering briefly if Gabe even needs a confirmation for it, or if he can just let Gabe agree to show up.
"If you want, yeah. I'm gonna nap before the show, so like, I'll kick you out then, but otherwise, sure," Patrick says, groaning before laughing as Gabe smacks a kiss to the top of his hat.
Gabe is a little crazy, he thinks, but that's what makes him so much fun.
Or something like that.
For the rest of the day though, Patrick lets it carry him through conversations and let's people know that yeah, he's gonna work on the Cobra record with Gabe today. The rest of their band mates give each other a look that's loaded with whatever they're thinking, but Patrick doesn't let that bother him.
Mostly because Pete will keep it mostly in hand.
He gets to his room and Patrick is pretty sure he's never been so glad for air conditioning, because the cold air drifting over his arms raises pleasant goosebumps. It ruffles the hair on his arms and when Patrick flops back on the bed, it's comfortable. It's comfortable and relaxing, and that's the only reason that he can think that he goes to sleep.
It's not even a true sleep either, because he's mostly dozing off but startles a little when there's a knock at the door.
"Lemme in!" Gabe says, laughing as he knocks again. Blearily, Patrick walks over and opens the door, shaking his head a little bit at the bits of grass that Gabe has stuck to him.
Honestly, Patrick's not even sure he wants to know.
"So hey. Do we actually work on the album or you wanna go take a shower with me?"
And that's what Patrick likes about Gabe. The utter frankness, the unwillingness to jump around the subject. He comes right out and says it and he just asks Patrick if he wants to.
It's refreshing.
"I guess you should get naked first," Patrick hears himself saying, grinning when Gabe lets out a whoop of triumph. It's not like he's not used to that type of personality, with Pete who wears his heart and everything else on his sleeve as his best friend, it's kind of hard to not get used to it.
They strip down and ordinarily, Patrick would say that he doesn't want to get naked with Gabe. Not that Gabe's not fun to get naked with, but it's not like Patrick needs to have any hangups with Gabe. Looking at tanned skin with a dusting of hair makes his mouth water and his fingers ache to touch.
Gabe grins over at him, all long lines and sleepy eyes that seem to be focused entirely on Patrick.
"C'mere first," Gabe says, pulling Patrick to him, touching the newly exposed skin. Patrick likes the ease that Gabe exudes, not caring that he's probably not anyone's idea of what a typical guy should look like. He doesn't care that most people prefer Pete.
Hell, sometimes Patrick prefers Pete.
But Gabe doesn't care. He runs his hands along the expanse of Patrick's back, letting his nails graze the skin before he leans down and kisses Patrick. They kiss, firm and languidly, taking their time in exploring. It's an early day, and Patrick's kind of more than glad for that. They don't have to be anywhere for a while, and Patrick thinks that spending a hot day inside with Gabe is a pretty fair deal.
Gabe makes a noise into Patrick's mouth when Patrick slides his fingertips along Gabe's chest. Dragging his nails along Gabe's chest, he listens to the soft moan that Gabe lets escape, both men pulling back to look at each other.
"Shower. Now," Gabe says, practically purring it out as they wander into the bathroom. It's like every other bathroom in every other hotel, but it doesn't seem to matter as they climb under the cool spray. Gabe takes a moment to wet his hair down, grinning at Patrick from under rivulets of water. His eyes are hazy and dark, and something about them sends a shiver along Patrick's spine.
They don't talk as they both wash, grateful for the shower and grateful for the fact that the shower has water pressure.
Patrick lets his hands slide along Gabe's back, touching skin and sending visible shivers along Gabe's body. He can hear a rumble of pleasure echo across the bathroom tile before Gabe's pushing him against the shower wall and kissing him fiercely. Patrick feels himself moan, kissing back and letting Gabe touch him.
The water is still cool but not cold as they explore each others bodies. They didn't get this the last time, Patrick thinks, as he moans into Gabe when he feels lips against his neck. Hot breath washes over his earlobe and that brings goosebumps up yet again.
He can feel Gabe hot and hard against his thigh, brushing against him and sending shocks of pleasure along his skin. It burrows and squirms and fits over him like a second skin as Gabe kisses along his neck more.
"Hey, Patrick."
Gabe's voice is low and calm as he grins lazily at Patrick with the water streaming against his back.
"Mm, yeah?"
"I don't care if you pull," Gabe says, bracing his hands on Patrick's sides as he sinks to his knees.
Oh.
Patrick blinks a little, grinning as Gabe winks up at him quickly, leaning forward and pressing firm and warm lips along Patrick's thighs. Sparks of arousal catch along his skin as Gabe lets him see flashes of teeth before careful nips travel across his hips and thighs.
It seems as though it takes forever before Gabe's wrapping a hand around him and stroking easily. Gabe takes his time with it, noting each reaction as he squeezes his hand and gets a gasp out of Patrick. When he finally wraps his lips around the head of Patrick's cock, Patrick can't help the choked groan. Gabe's tongue and lips take their time, exploring and traveling along the length of his cock, dragging moans from the back of Patrick's throat.
Tangling his fingers in wet hair, Patrick grips carefully, seeing Gabe look up at him. It should be ridiculous, knowing that Gabe is smiling while he's blowing Patrick. Instead, it sends a sharp bolt of heat straight up Patrick's spine, making him murmur Gabe's name. Gabe starts bobbing his head, taking his time and sucking firmly on the head.
His hands bracket Patrick's hips, preventing him from thrusting and logically, Patrick knows that's the best thing. It's probably not good to fuck a singer's mouth the day of a show.
It doesn't stop him from wanting it, of course.
Gabe takes a slow breath through his nose, sinking down until Patrick can feel the convulsions of Gabe swallowing. It sends a shudder along Patrick's body, settling and starting to build. He can feel every time that Gabe flutters his tongue against the crown of his cock, sending bursts of pleasure along his skin.
"Please," Patrick says, feeling as desperate as he sounds, gasping when Gabe takes him further into his throat. Patrick tightens his hands in Gabe's hair, feeling the sounds spill from his lips as Gabe pulls back, stroking Patrick quickly, looking up at him. Swollen lips and dark eyes are all he can see as he moans, the sound ricocheting around the tiled walls as he comes.
Shuddering hard, he lets his eyes fall closed, sucking in deep breaths of air, as his body slowly relaxes. His hands unclench carefully from around wet curls and when Patrick opens his eyes, he sees Gabe, staring up at him.
Gabe, with ropes of come streaked along his face.
Patrick is pretty sure it's the hottest thing he's ever seen. He feels bad for just a moment before Gabe grins up at him, smug and pleased. Rinsing his face off, Gabe stands, not caring about grace as he kisses Patrick hard, tasting of the water around them and of something more base.
It's heady and welcome as Patrick pulls back, grinning at him. It feels lazy and slow, but Patrick reaches behind Gabe, turning the water off.
"Dry off and lay down on the bed," Patrick says, nipping at Gabe's lower lip, sucking lightly when that draws a moan from Gabe.
They dry off in silence before walking back into the room, Gabe arranging himself on the bed, long limbs and tanned skin on display. Patrick knows attraction, that's not the thing. But it's been a while since he's been this attracted to another man.
"Thought about this for a while," Gabe says, stroking himself slowly, showing off. Patrick grins a little as he digs in his bag, coming up with a tube of lube, looking at Gabe speculatively.
"So if I said I've been thinking about fucking you with my fingers while I blow you, does that match up with what you've thought about?"
And Patrick knows it's hilarious to even say that conversationally, but the way that Gabe's hand stutters on his cock tells him that it had the desired effect.
"I'd say it's pretty close. But the tour's still got a while before it's over."
Gabe smirks and laughs when Patrick rolls his eyes before climbing onto the bed. The air conditioning feels colder than ever, but when Patrick settles between Gabe's legs, he doesn't care. He looks up at Gabe, watching him as he slicks up his fingers, letting Gabe see everything.
"Well, if you've got a while, I guess I can take my time," Patrick says, grinning as Gabe laughs again. Leaning, Patrick trails his lips along Gabe's hips, tasting clean skin and feeling the slightest tremor that hovers under the skin. Still tasting and taking his time, Patrick looks up at Gabe, pushing a finger into Gabe.
"Fuck, Patrick," Gabe moans, arching his hips ineffectually as Patrick slides down. He nips along the tender skin of Gabe's thighs, taking his time as he works Gabe open. Thrusting his finger slowly, he can only moan at the thought of actually fucking Gabe.
Patrick carefully pushes another finger, thrusting both of them easily when he shifts and sucks the head of Gabe's cock into his mouth. Gabe shouts, gasping hard and arching against Patrick. Grinning, Patrick starts bobbing his head, listening to Gabe's moans and babbles and when Patrick curls his fingers, Gabe slips into Spanish.
Tremors are working over Gabe's body and when Patrick pulls up, sucking firmly on the head, Gabe chokes out Patrick's name, coming with a shaking groan.
Patrick can feel Gabe clenching on his fingers, gasping hard as he slowly relaxes. When Patrick eases his fingers out and looks up at Gabe, he grins at him.
"Think the rest of the tour'll be this fun?"
"Patrick. I think I'd be willing to bet on it, dude," Gabe says grinning widely as he pulls Patrick up, kissing him hard.
Wrapping around Gabe, Patrick settles down, lazily trading kisses as the air conditioning fills the room with it's low hum.
sleepherealone: I'm so glad we friended each other, because I've truly enjoyed having you on my friends list. I hope that you have a wonderful Christmas and a beautiful New Years.Pairing: Gabe Saporta/Patrick Stump
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He feels bad for just a moment before Gabe grins up at him, smug and pleased. Rinsing his face off, Gabe stands, not caring about grace as he kisses Patrick hard, tasting of the water around them and of something more base.
Patrick doesn't let it become a thing to be talked about, really. He likes his privacy, in any event, but when it comes to hooking up with tour mates, he learned his lesson well.
For instance, Patrick doesn't want himself and Gabe to become the hot item when it comes to what the fans are talking about. He doesn't want himself and anyone else being the hot item. What he does want, though, is just a little peace and quiet from Pete's raging insomnia, but you can't always get what you want.
He has a feeling that Mick Jagger never meant this when he was singing that.
"Yo, yo, P-Stump!"
Patrick braces himself, laughing a little when Gabe wraps arms around him and leans. Gabe's a comforting warmth, even with the heat of summer rising around them. Gabe ignores Patrick's shrugging before poking him lightly in the shoulder.
"You, me, your room, working on the album. Deal?"
Snorting, Patrick looks up at him, wondering briefly if Gabe even needs a confirmation for it, or if he can just let Gabe agree to show up.
"If you want, yeah. I'm gonna nap before the show, so like, I'll kick you out then, but otherwise, sure," Patrick says, groaning before laughing as Gabe smacks a kiss to the top of his hat.
Gabe is a little crazy, he thinks, but that's what makes him so much fun.
Or something like that.
For the rest of the day though, Patrick lets it carry him through conversations and let's people know that yeah, he's gonna work on the Cobra record with Gabe today. The rest of their band mates give each other a look that's loaded with whatever they're thinking, but Patrick doesn't let that bother him.
Mostly because Pete will keep it mostly in hand.
He gets to his room and Patrick is pretty sure he's never been so glad for air conditioning, because the cold air drifting over his arms raises pleasant goosebumps. It ruffles the hair on his arms and when Patrick flops back on the bed, it's comfortable. It's comfortable and relaxing, and that's the only reason that he can think that he goes to sleep.
It's not even a true sleep either, because he's mostly dozing off but startles a little when there's a knock at the door.
"Lemme in!" Gabe says, laughing as he knocks again. Blearily, Patrick walks over and opens the door, shaking his head a little bit at the bits of grass that Gabe has stuck to him.
Honestly, Patrick's not even sure he wants to know.
"So hey. Do we actually work on the album or you wanna go take a shower with me?"
And that's what Patrick likes about Gabe. The utter frankness, the unwillingness to jump around the subject. He comes right out and says it and he just asks Patrick if he wants to.
It's refreshing.
"I guess you should get naked first," Patrick hears himself saying, grinning when Gabe lets out a whoop of triumph. It's not like he's not used to that type of personality, with Pete who wears his heart and everything else on his sleeve as his best friend, it's kind of hard to not get used to it.
They strip down and ordinarily, Patrick would say that he doesn't want to get naked with Gabe. Not that Gabe's not fun to get naked with, but it's not like Patrick needs to have any hangups with Gabe. Looking at tanned skin with a dusting of hair makes his mouth water and his fingers ache to touch.
Gabe grins over at him, all long lines and sleepy eyes that seem to be focused entirely on Patrick.
"C'mere first," Gabe says, pulling Patrick to him, touching the newly exposed skin. Patrick likes the ease that Gabe exudes, not caring that he's probably not anyone's idea of what a typical guy should look like. He doesn't care that most people prefer Pete.
Hell, sometimes Patrick prefers Pete.
But Gabe doesn't care. He runs his hands along the expanse of Patrick's back, letting his nails graze the skin before he leans down and kisses Patrick. They kiss, firm and languidly, taking their time in exploring. It's an early day, and Patrick's kind of more than glad for that. They don't have to be anywhere for a while, and Patrick thinks that spending a hot day inside with Gabe is a pretty fair deal.
Gabe makes a noise into Patrick's mouth when Patrick slides his fingertips along Gabe's chest. Dragging his nails along Gabe's chest, he listens to the soft moan that Gabe lets escape, both men pulling back to look at each other.
"Shower. Now," Gabe says, practically purring it out as they wander into the bathroom. It's like every other bathroom in every other hotel, but it doesn't seem to matter as they climb under the cool spray. Gabe takes a moment to wet his hair down, grinning at Patrick from under rivulets of water. His eyes are hazy and dark, and something about them sends a shiver along Patrick's spine.
They don't talk as they both wash, grateful for the shower and grateful for the fact that the shower has water pressure.
Patrick lets his hands slide along Gabe's back, touching skin and sending visible shivers along Gabe's body. He can hear a rumble of pleasure echo across the bathroom tile before Gabe's pushing him against the shower wall and kissing him fiercely. Patrick feels himself moan, kissing back and letting Gabe touch him.
The water is still cool but not cold as they explore each others bodies. They didn't get this the last time, Patrick thinks, as he moans into Gabe when he feels lips against his neck. Hot breath washes over his earlobe and that brings goosebumps up yet again.
He can feel Gabe hot and hard against his thigh, brushing against him and sending shocks of pleasure along his skin. It burrows and squirms and fits over him like a second skin as Gabe kisses along his neck more.
"Hey, Patrick."
Gabe's voice is low and calm as he grins lazily at Patrick with the water streaming against his back.
"Mm, yeah?"
"I don't care if you pull," Gabe says, bracing his hands on Patrick's sides as he sinks to his knees.
Oh.
Patrick blinks a little, grinning as Gabe winks up at him quickly, leaning forward and pressing firm and warm lips along Patrick's thighs. Sparks of arousal catch along his skin as Gabe lets him see flashes of teeth before careful nips travel across his hips and thighs.
It seems as though it takes forever before Gabe's wrapping a hand around him and stroking easily. Gabe takes his time with it, noting each reaction as he squeezes his hand and gets a gasp out of Patrick. When he finally wraps his lips around the head of Patrick's cock, Patrick can't help the choked groan. Gabe's tongue and lips take their time, exploring and traveling along the length of his cock, dragging moans from the back of Patrick's throat.
Tangling his fingers in wet hair, Patrick grips carefully, seeing Gabe look up at him. It should be ridiculous, knowing that Gabe is smiling while he's blowing Patrick. Instead, it sends a sharp bolt of heat straight up Patrick's spine, making him murmur Gabe's name. Gabe starts bobbing his head, taking his time and sucking firmly on the head.
His hands bracket Patrick's hips, preventing him from thrusting and logically, Patrick knows that's the best thing. It's probably not good to fuck a singer's mouth the day of a show.
It doesn't stop him from wanting it, of course.
Gabe takes a slow breath through his nose, sinking down until Patrick can feel the convulsions of Gabe swallowing. It sends a shudder along Patrick's body, settling and starting to build. He can feel every time that Gabe flutters his tongue against the crown of his cock, sending bursts of pleasure along his skin.
"Please," Patrick says, feeling as desperate as he sounds, gasping when Gabe takes him further into his throat. Patrick tightens his hands in Gabe's hair, feeling the sounds spill from his lips as Gabe pulls back, stroking Patrick quickly, looking up at him. Swollen lips and dark eyes are all he can see as he moans, the sound ricocheting around the tiled walls as he comes.
Shuddering hard, he lets his eyes fall closed, sucking in deep breaths of air, as his body slowly relaxes. His hands unclench carefully from around wet curls and when Patrick opens his eyes, he sees Gabe, staring up at him.
Gabe, with ropes of come streaked along his face.
Patrick is pretty sure it's the hottest thing he's ever seen. He feels bad for just a moment before Gabe grins up at him, smug and pleased. Rinsing his face off, Gabe stands, not caring about grace as he kisses Patrick hard, tasting of the water around them and of something more base.
It's heady and welcome as Patrick pulls back, grinning at him. It feels lazy and slow, but Patrick reaches behind Gabe, turning the water off.
"Dry off and lay down on the bed," Patrick says, nipping at Gabe's lower lip, sucking lightly when that draws a moan from Gabe.
They dry off in silence before walking back into the room, Gabe arranging himself on the bed, long limbs and tanned skin on display. Patrick knows attraction, that's not the thing. But it's been a while since he's been this attracted to another man.
"Thought about this for a while," Gabe says, stroking himself slowly, showing off. Patrick grins a little as he digs in his bag, coming up with a tube of lube, looking at Gabe speculatively.
"So if I said I've been thinking about fucking you with my fingers while I blow you, does that match up with what you've thought about?"
And Patrick knows it's hilarious to even say that conversationally, but the way that Gabe's hand stutters on his cock tells him that it had the desired effect.
"I'd say it's pretty close. But the tour's still got a while before it's over."
Gabe smirks and laughs when Patrick rolls his eyes before climbing onto the bed. The air conditioning feels colder than ever, but when Patrick settles between Gabe's legs, he doesn't care. He looks up at Gabe, watching him as he slicks up his fingers, letting Gabe see everything.
"Well, if you've got a while, I guess I can take my time," Patrick says, grinning as Gabe laughs again. Leaning, Patrick trails his lips along Gabe's hips, tasting clean skin and feeling the slightest tremor that hovers under the skin. Still tasting and taking his time, Patrick looks up at Gabe, pushing a finger into Gabe.
"Fuck, Patrick," Gabe moans, arching his hips ineffectually as Patrick slides down. He nips along the tender skin of Gabe's thighs, taking his time as he works Gabe open. Thrusting his finger slowly, he can only moan at the thought of actually fucking Gabe.
Patrick carefully pushes another finger, thrusting both of them easily when he shifts and sucks the head of Gabe's cock into his mouth. Gabe shouts, gasping hard and arching against Patrick. Grinning, Patrick starts bobbing his head, listening to Gabe's moans and babbles and when Patrick curls his fingers, Gabe slips into Spanish.
Tremors are working over Gabe's body and when Patrick pulls up, sucking firmly on the head, Gabe chokes out Patrick's name, coming with a shaking groan.
Patrick can feel Gabe clenching on his fingers, gasping hard as he slowly relaxes. When Patrick eases his fingers out and looks up at Gabe, he grins at him.
"Think the rest of the tour'll be this fun?"
"Patrick. I think I'd be willing to bet on it, dude," Gabe says grinning widely as he pulls Patrick up, kissing him hard.
Wrapping around Gabe, Patrick settles down, lazily trading kisses as the air conditioning fills the room with it's low hum.
