Kink: Vanilla, Size kink (ish?)
Ship: Andy/Patrick
Top: Andy
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 1358

I've been getting some requests for Andtrick so here you go.

Also didn't edit this o o p s

[Patrick's POV]

"Andy, hey," I call, my voice kind of soft and kind of nervous but the man hears it, his eyes meeting mine and–goddamnit.

I swallow, quickly regaining myself despite the pang in my stomach and the immediate regret of wearing sweatpants.

"What's up?" Andy asks, sitting up from where he was sitting at his drums.

I swallow nervously and blush, "S-So uh, it's been a few years since I last played drums," one eyebrow rises, "And um, I wanted to know if maybe I could play on yours for a little bit."

Or play with you for a little bit.

Shut the fuck up.

"Yeah, sure," he smiles gently and I quickly take a deep breath, eager but scared to follow the second part of my plan.

What if he says no? What if he laughs and shakes his head? What if he isn't even gay and Joe was wrong about this?

You've heard him and Joe before. It'll be fine.

Okay, okay I can do this.

"I was wondering if you could teach me, maybe?"

His eyes widen but after a moment, he nods, turning and setting down his water bottle before he sits at the drums and motions me to follow his lead and the next thing I know (fuck did this actually work?) I'm sitting on his lap. His hands are in mine as I hold his drumsticks and fuck he's big.

Oh?

Goddamnit I mean his hands, everything. He's so much more muscled than me and he's just so strong and the difference between him and I is really, really hot.

My breathing hitches as he presses down on the pedal that hits the bass drum and our hands keep a simple rock beat, my ass shifting on his lap and shit this is going better than planned.

His breaths are on the back of my neck, hot, wet. Just like me right now. I just... shit.

I keep completely silent, though, my breaths fast as I try to control them and my heart thumping in my chest. His lips just an inch away from my neck.

And the next thing I know, they're on my neck and he's completely stopped and yes my plan worked. I'm getting laid by Andy Hurley.

"I know why you did this, 'Trick." He whispers, setting the drumsticks down but holding me on his lap by my stomach, safe, "You know how to play drums just fine."

"P-Please," I whimper before I can stop myself, grinding down on his lap and the next thing I know, he's pinned me against the wall his lips attacking mines roughly, his hands violating my body in all the right ways. I need, I need, I—

He pulls my hips up around his legs.  His fingers digging into my ass and his lips now biting my neck, "You want me to fuck you?"

"Y-Yes, Andy, please!" I moan, rutting my hips against his. Until he's tugging off both our pants and rubbing the strains of our underwear together (shit, he's big in both ways).

He pants gripping my thighs hard enough to leave bruises and, shit, I wanna lick his tattoos.

"A-Andy, please," I stutter.

He presses three fingers to my lips and I don't waste anytime in sucking them, sucking and licking each digit until they're coated in saliva and he's pulling down my underwear, lining one up with entrance.

"Are you a virgin?" He breaths.

"No, hurry, please," I whisper, grinding down on the digit until he consents and presses it in, rubbing against each wall, "A-Andy..."

He hushes me, mouthing at my neck and swirling the finger around for a moment before he inserts a second and a burn immediately encompasses my lower region.

I hold back my whine of pain and instead shut my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall until he's done scissor me.

"You ready for a third?" He asks quietly, thrusting the two fingers in gently. I nod in response, grinding down on his finger and feeling him insert the last one my breaths coming in fast and deep. I should've stretched myself before this.

He scissors the fingers for a bit, checking my face for pain before he finally pulls them out, a whimper of emptiness escaping my throat but I know I won't stay like that for long.

He quickly pulls on a condom and spits into his hand, slicking himself as well as he can before lining up and pressing his tip to my entrance. I immediately moan at the sensation, my hips pressing down, desperate for more as he slides in more and more.

It hurts but I rough through it, my eyes tearing up and my teeth clenching. Inch after inch until he bottoms out.

He waits for a moment, kissing across my neck to distract me even though it doesn't work out all that well.

"Sh-Shit, Andy..." I moan after a few moments and feel him finally begins thrusting in me, deep so my bum is flushed against his pelvis and our breaths are mixing together, pant after pant.

We keep going, making a slow and steady pace, his lips biting and sucking and licking mine. He groans into my neck from the pleasure which only makes me grind down more and whine at the intensity. The pressure of being so fucking full I can't focus, his lips attacking my skin, my legs squeezing his waist. And, yeah, this isn't the best sex position but I couldn't care less at this point. I'm so lost in the pleasure, my small, "Faster, Andy," is lost in the air and when he actually starts going faster it all becomes so intense.

His thrusts are so close to my prostate that it's almost like he's leading but I know he isn't. He's never had sex with me before. He doesn't know.

"Ah, shit," I moan, "Shallower, j-just a little please, I—OH MY GOD!"

He slams right into my prostate, every fiber of my muscle jumping in surprise and pleasure and I think I just pulled a muscle but I can't tell. It's all lost.

"Yeah?" He whispers in my ear making my eyes roll back.

"Sh-shit," I groan, feeling him pound into that one spot over and over and over and it's driving me insane and I feel the liquid pooling in my stomach and I don't know how long I'll last.

He keeps going, driving our pace at a speed I don't think even Pete could manage. I cry out when he squeezes my length and begins pumping me but when his thrusts and pumps get uncoordinated, I slap his hand away and do it myself. Each thrust in time with my hand, in time with Andy's grunts, in time with my soft moans, and shit I can't take it.

"C-Close, Andy, fuck, I'm gonna cum," I whisper in the most cliché way possible but he doesn't seem to mind. He keeps going, watching me jerk myself off with his lips back on mine, the scruff of his beard rubbing against my chin until I'm crying out and coming all over the both of us, my climax screwing up my shirt and I know I'll have to put it through the wash at least two or three times tonight.

Andy comes soon after into the condom, riding it out until his hips stutter and his legs get shaky and I immediately pull myself off of him before we both fall.

He keeps me against the wall, his breaths heavy as he regains them and opens his eyes to look down at my own tired face.

"We're doing that again, you sneaky bastard," he whispers.

I chuckle and nod, giving him a quick kiss before I pull on my boxers and sweatpants.

"Next time, I'm topping." I say.

"No, you aren't."

"Yes, I am."