Kink: Orgy, group, dirty talk, vanilla
Ship: Pete/Patrick
Top: Pete
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 1161

(Released early because I won't be able to post tomorrow)

On the twelfth day of Christmas...

Nobody really knows who put the ecstasy in the eggnog. We had suspicions of Brendon or Pete since they seemed the least horny, it could've been Billie, Melanie and Mikey suspected Joe and Ray of working together. But it was never really confirmed.

Nobody knows who was the one who got horny enough to initiate something. Most people were sure it was Brendon and Ryan who were much too horny to get a room so Brendon pulled Ryan up on the counter, kissing him the whole time with his hands down the taller boy's pants, palming his already hard length. Pete and I were watching and it wasn't long before Joe and Andy broke, too. Joe pinning the vegan to the nearest wall and beginning to unbutton his shirt.

Billie was the one to start something with Tré, lapdancing with each other on the couch. Ray and Mikey took their business upstairs, trying to get some privacy but Gerard and Frank just did it on the floor.

It was quite a sight to see nine pairs of gay guys, a pair of lesbians, and Mike jacking off in the corner because of some eggnog.

Okay, the ecstasy got to me, too.

It didn't take long for Pete to pull me up against a wall, beside Billie and Tré with his hands on my legs and his lips on my skin.

Each touch felt like fire, a burn that emanated for as long as his skin was on mine.

"Patrick. I don't know what the f-fuck is happening but I'm just gonna guess you're okay with this." The darker boy moaned into my collarbone.

"Dammit, Pete, just f-fuck me." I moaned, catching sight of a half naked Ashley dragging Melanie down on a couch.

I have to admit, it was weird, so many people, so many dicks and shit but I have to admit, it was kind of hot.

Kind of.

It was fucking sexy, I had to keep my eyes shut half the time to stop myself from coming early.

Pete pulled my shirt over my head, kissing his way down my collarbone with gentle nips and needy bites, eventually trailing back up to lick my lip, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and making me moan out. He pulled my jeans down, followed soon after by his own until they were on the floor under us and it was complete skin against skin.

My underwear came off somewhere in there and his with it until it was just his bare cock against mine with moans leaving my mouth.

"Talk to me, anything, p-please." He whispered.

I know how the words get him off so I complied, quickly trying to come up with words as he positioned himself.

(I have no shame)

"P-please, Panda, I'm so horny. I want your thick cock inside me, I want you to fuck me until I can't fucking walk. P-please, Sir!" I yelled out. He smacked my ass and I couldn't help but grip the wall as he began sliding me down on his cock, I'm guessing it was lubed up with saliva because it hurt a lot less than it should've if I would've taken it dry.

We could hear Mikey screaming upstairs and my eyes go wide in realization that they're taking it a lot rougher than half the people in this goddamn room.

"C'mon, Babe, you can make me scream louder than Mikey ever could." I smirked into his sweat-covered ear.

He thrusted into me, hard. It was near my prostate but not near close enough.

"Oh, Baby, you feel so good but you could do so much better," I teased.

He grunted and pulled out of me, instead putting me on my feet and turning me around so my chest was against the wall and my ass right up against his cock.

He entered me again, going at a fast pace but not near enough to make me scream.

I saw Dan out of the corner of my eye under Phil and I had to shut my eyes again, trying to just focus on Pete but it was hard when all I could hear were the moans and screams of other people.

"Make me fucking scream, Wentz." I moan, "Make me come harder than anyone else at this goddamn party. Come on, Baby."

He tugged me by my hair, a new wave of determination coming over him as he pulled out again and instead bent me over the table, smacking my ass and penetrating me again.

He kept a firm grip on my hair with one hand while the other hand held my wrists together behind my back.

He slammed into my over and over, moving the hand that was holding my hands to instead begin jerking me off in rhythm to my thrusts. His thrusts angled just slightly to the left, hitting against my prostate and I yelped, no screamed.

"Pete! Ah!"

He tugged on my earlobe, pulling it back roughly: just the way I love it.

"Not so strong anymore, are you, Baby Boy? You want me to make you scream? You want me to make your pretty cock come all over my fucking hand?" He asks.

"Yes, Sir, please!" I whimper.

"What was that?" He asked smacking my ass.

"Yes, Sir!" I screamed.

He jerked me off faster, making it fast and sloppy but oh so amazing. His thrusts became faster and faster, my vision going dark but I could still see Frank and Gee fighting for dominance on the floor and Ryan and Brendon still on that damn counter and Mike Dirnt in the corner watching everyone with wide eyes and Josh and Tyler going at it on the couch.

"Scream my fucking name, I want you to fucking come all over my fucking hand you little whore," he growled.

I felt his hips snap up one last time and I obeyed him as I exploded all over his hand, "PETE!"

We rode out our orgasms, I was spasming, my eyes were rolling back, my muscles were clenched, everything just kinda stopped.

His hand shakily held my cum, the other stroking my hair gently as I let the intensive orgasm pass.

"Such a good boy... you did so well," he whispered, "Let's go home, alright? We can... we can try to figure out what the fuck happened here..."

I giggled softly, grabbing my clothes from the floor and dressing myself quickly. He wrapped an arm around my waist, hugging me close as we moved through the house, passing all the sex, and getting out through the front door.

"Merry Christmas," he said, a small smile on his face as he closed the door.

"Merry Christmas, Pete..."

(Don't fucking ask.)