Kink: Fedoras, masturbation
Ship: Patrick/Gerard
Top: None
Bottom: None
Words: 537

Whelky

"God, Patrick, you're so fucking hot," I moan, my head thrown back and one hand stroking my cock slowly, teasingly, "Please, Daddy, suck me off..."

I let out a whimper of submission as my left hand trails his fedora up my stomach, to my chest, and over my eyes so I can't see a thing and I'm blinded by the darkness.

I bite my lip softly, careful not to take the mood away with pain but still have a small sting.

"Please, Daddy, more," I whine, swallowing and leaving the fedora over my eyes while my left hand begins circling my entrance, "Feels so good, Patrick... I want more..."

I lick my lips and tease myself, I'm so hard and I can barely take any more but I love it. This is how I'd want Patrick to do it...

I trail the fedora back down and let the rim of it stroke my cock softly, oh so softly.

"What the fuck."

My eyes jolt open to see Patrick at the door, a dark red blush settling across his cheeks and he swallows, "Get dressed. We need to talk."

He shuts the door and I can't help but lick off the drop of precum that was wiped onto the fedora.

God, that fedora is such a turn on.

I slip my boxers and jeans back on despite the fact that I'm achingly hard and it's near impossible to hide.

What's he gonna say? Is he going to kick me out?

It can't be that bad, I know some of his secrets and I could easily use them against him.

I leave the bedroom once my shirt is on and I throw the fedora on the table, Patrick glances at it awkwardly, a soft blush crossing over his face.

"G-Gerard... I um... need to talk to you about... us..." he whispers.

I look him dead in the eyes, "We're roommates and friends... and um... I know I shouldn't uh..." I blush and cover it up with a lie, "You were the first person I could think of,.."

"Why the hell did you use my fedora?" He asks.

"I... uh..." I blush, "It was there... I thought you'd be gone longer..."

"Gerard..." he moans in frustration.

I'm getting impossibly harder.

"Why? Just... it's ridiculous!" He exclaims, "I want you to move out."

"Patrick–"

"It's fucking weird!"

"Well, you do it all the time!" I say.

He stops. I stop. It's weird enough that he does it too but the fact that I've listened and I haven't bothered to stop him.

"I know you've got a goddamn fedora fetish, too. Don't try to hide it." I say.

He swallows softly, "I–why didn't you stop me, then...?"

I blush and lower my head, "it was hot..."

He swallows, "I... I'm just gonna... I'm gonna go to my room..."

"Can I join you?" I ask. I immediately regret it but as soon as a sly grin slides across his lips and a nod shakes his head, I feel eager.

I grab the fedora and follow him into his room.

And I think the whole neighborhood can hear us.