Ship: Patrick/Gerard
Words: 475

Gerard never had his own earbuds. Headphones. Speakers. Anything. He would always loose them somewhere and they were almost never found again. So, seeing as Patrick was his boyfriend and Patrick was always supplied with earbuds, he always asked the strawberry blonde for a pair.

"No," Patrick said with a bored look on his face. He knew what Gerard always asked for.

"Please, Pattycakes." Gerard begged, dragging out the pleeaaase.

"No, you're just gonna lose them,"

"But I want to listen to Soul Punk!" Gerard huffed, waving his arms around.

"How many times have you listened to that, and anyways... My voice is cringy."

"Patrick Martin Vaughn Stumph! Your voice is not cringy! I rather enjoy your groans." Gerard said stubbornly, the mood broken by the slight tint of color at his cheeks.

"Fine. Fine. We can share, if you can impress me."

"What?"

"Impress me, good luck."

Gerard huffed, "How?"

"However you want," Patrick smirked. Gerard knew how hard it was to impress him... but he had his ways. He stood up, walked over to the blonde, and sat in his lap.

"What are you-"

"Shh," Gerard whispered seductively as he ghosted his arms over the blonde's shoulders and began to roll against his hips.

The younger boy immediately let out a long, pleasured moan as Gerard went softly, getting into the practice of it before finally going a bit harder, grinding roughly into Patrick's groin,

"G-Gerard-" he moaned out, clinging onto the edge of the chair while Gerard just continued the lap dance, panting softly.

"Hmm?" He asked, beginning to leave love marks on Patrick's neck. Patrick was his but that wasn't why he was doing this. He wanted a pair of goddamn earbuds, and if it required a lap dance, then he would give Patrick a goddamn lap dance.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Giving you a lap dance,"

"Not now!"

"You told me to impress you. Is this good enough? Can I have those goddamn earbuds?"

Patrick looked up at Gerard, only making him swivel his hips and causing a groan to leave Patrick.

"Come on, Sugar," Gerard whispered, "I know you can't take it much longer and there jeans are new."

"Fuck! Fine! Get off!" Patrick huffed in defeat. Gerard bit his lip, getting off of Patrick's lap and returning to the couch, "But we're sharing, understand?"

"Yes, sir," Gerard said sarcastically.

"I hate you, you know that, right?" Patrick asked as he sat beside Gerard on the couch, handing the redhead his earbuds.

"You know you love me." Gerard smirked kissing the blonde and making him blush.

He plugged in the earbuds before giving one to Patrick and there they laid in each other's arms, listening to Patrick's grunts, no matter how much it make the blonde blush.

But they were both happy.

And Gerard had earbuds.