Kink: desperate, drug induced
Ship: Brendon/Patrick
Top: Brendon
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 1211

(I DONT KNOW HOW DRUGS WORK SO DONT KILL ME PLZ THX)

"Here," I say, handing Patrick a can.

He looks up at me, confusion in his eyes, lit by the lights of the party.

"What?"

"Just take a pinch, chew it, and spit it out. Like gum." I reply, smiling softly.

"Brendon-"

"Come on, please? They're not that bad. You trust me, don't you?" I ask with pleading eyes. He bites his lip but takes the can and opens it, unleashing the smell of the drug.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Nothing you need to worry about,"

"Brendon..." His voice sounds worried now.

I pin him against the nearest wall, my breath leaving moisture on his neck, "You won't regret it, I promise."

He moans softly as my teeth clasp his ear, "Okay, okay,"

He grabs a pinch and puts it in his mouth, handing the container back over. He looks confused as I stuff the container back in my bag.

"Pete! We're gonna go! I'll help clean up tomorrow if you want!" I yell to the boy currently grinding on Mikey.

"Okay, see you around," He replies, stopping for a moment.

"What the fuck did you give me?" Patrick asks as he follows me out the door into the cold night.

"You'll find out soon enough, Baby." I reply. He still hasn't spit it out, thankfully.

As if he can read my mind, he asks, "When can I spit it out?"

"As soon as it starts to take effect." I reply, throwing my bag in the back and taking the driver's seat.

We sit in silence for a while as I start the car and begin driving home. We must have left about five minutes ago when his eyes go wide and he clenches his seat.

"You did not just give me what I think you did, did you?" He asks, his breaths becoming ragged.

"Did I?" I whisper, moving my hand over his crotch, feeling how hard he already is.

He bucks up slightly, moaning loudly.

"We're gonna have fun tonight," I smirk, returning my hands to the wheel.

I see his hands struggling to stay away from his cock as I begin speeding down the street but he's obviously having a really hard time.

"Shit, shit, shit," He moans, "I need you. Now."

"Five more minutes, Baby," I reply, "You can spit if you want, too,"

He rolls down the window, spitting it out onto the street and taking a deep breath of fresh air.

"Oh... God..." He whispers but not before his head comes back into the car. He tilts his head up in want and lets out a needy whine.

"Touch yourself," I whisper, biting my lip and returning my eyes to the road for a split second.

His hands immediately dart to his pants where he begins to unbutton the jeans.

"No, through your jeans," I say.

He lets out a shaky breath and a half moan as he palms himself hard through the clothing, needily humping the air.

"Brendon, Brendon, Brendon," He whispers, "Please, oh god I need you now, please,"

I stop the car but before I can get out, Patrick's pressed me against the car door, his hand placing mine over his bulge and his lips pressed close to mine.

"So needy," I whisper, pulling his legs up my hips so his legs are wrapped awkwardly around mine.

"Please, Brendon."

"Wait," I reply, "At least get inside."

He scrambles back to his side and pulls me inside before he's pinned me to the door and his hands are unbuttoning my shirt.

"Who is in charge?" I bark pinning him against the door instead.

"You, Brendon, please," He needily moans out, "Give it to me. I'm so fucking horny."

I smirk, lowering my lips to his neck and pulling off his shirt, "Been such a naughty boy,"

"I swear to god Brendon. If you keep teasing I will lock myself in the bathroom and jerk off by myself." Patrick says, not even trying to be seductive. I can tell he's had enough.

I undo the restrains of his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles and get started on my own.

"Brendon, Brendon, Brendon," He whispers out as he watches me pull down my pants. I get his underwear off, and his length is revealed, erect and leaking.

I pull down my own, five seconds to me, five hours to Patrick, and place my hands just below his ass.

"You're okay with taking it dry?" I ask softly. We've done it before and he's been okay with it, it just takes him time to adjust. This time, though, I can tell he's just too damn eager to bother with lube.

"Fuck. Yes please," He moans out.

"Jump,"

He jumps and I immediately pin him to the wall allowing him to wrap his legs around me and basically eat my face.

"Mmm, fuck me please," He whimpers, desperately trying to line up.

I take my cock in my hand, spreading the precum before lining up and feeling Patrick lower himself onto me.

"Fuck–Shit," he whispers, his face scrunching in pain.

"Do you need lube?" I ask.

"No, no, it's okay, just... gimme a minute..." he replies, shutting his eyes and continuing to lower himself onto me.

His eyes dart open as soon as I'm all the way in, "There, god, Bren."

His nails dig into my shoulders as I begin a slow pace, almost all the way out and back in.

"Faster, Bren, please, please, please," He groaned, throwing his head back, "Ugh,"

"Such a slut," I whisper, thrusting harder into him with breathless moans and needy grunts leaving my throat. I attach my lips to his neck as he begins grinding back onto me, his nails dragging up my back and I know he's leaving marks.

"Fuck, faster," he yelps as I hit his prostate. I start to speed up, feeling a pool already building in my stomach.

Sweat is making my hair cling to my face and as I slip my hand behind his neck, I quickly slip it back, he's drenched.

"Touch yourself," I whisper into his ear.

He moans loudly but obeys, quickly fisting himself, spreading the precum and still grinding down on my own cock.

"Fuck, Baby, I'm close, please, please, please, harder," he flicks his wrist faster, a desperate, needy pace and I bite down on his neck, hoping that'll be enough to send him over the edge.

It is.

His come shoots all over both of our stomachs but the thing that really gets me is the scream that erupts from his mouth and soon after I feel myself coming into him, dripping right back down.

There are tears lining his eyes as I pull him off of me and let him stand up but as soon as he's on his feet he lets out a whimper of pain and grasps my shoulders.

I laugh, "You sore, Baby?"

"Don't laugh," He growls as I pick him up wedding style and take him to the bedroom.

"I think we'll have to use that more, hmm?" I ask.

He smiles slightly and nods, "Okay,"